Men's tenderness is actually just as poisonous as women's.
Especially a man like Qing Muchen, who has impeccable facial features and makes women fly into flames just by looking at him.
His gentleness makes it easy for people to fall in love with him accidentally.
Mo Xier's self-control had always been pretty good, but when he kissed her, her head suddenly started to feel dizzy.
Qing Muchen obviously felt that her body had softened and her guard against him had relaxed a little.
He lowered his eyes and glanced lightly at her face. His lips suddenly turned in the direction and went all the way down her lips -
Mo Xi'er held his head with both hands, inserted her fingers into his hair, and pulled his hair tightly. She was still a little nervous, but she didn't flinch. Instead, she leaned closer to him.
Mo Xi'er didn't want to think so much. If marrying him was her inevitable fate, during the validity period of the marriage, instead of living happily, she would be better off dragging him down and sinking with her.
Qing Muchen was extraordinarily gentle tonight, whether it was foreplay or the real thing.
Every kiss he kissed was very gentle, and every time he went deep, as if he was afraid of her being hurt, the intensity was controlled just right.
Before tonight, Mo Xier never knew that Qing Muchen would have such a side.
That night, Qing Muchen at this time gave Mo Xier the illusion that the two of them had become a real couple for the first time.
A long night.
Mo Xi'er was in a dazed state all night. He couldn't remember clearly what happened. He was in a daze. He only remembered the scene of the two falling together.
His head was still heavy, but Mo Xier didn't feel as painful as the heroine's whole body falling apart for the first time in many romance novels.
She just didn't sleep enough last night and the nerves in her head hurt a little. Other than that, she didn't feel any obvious pain.
Even last night, she only felt pain for a moment, and then she felt nothing.
Mo Xi'er knew that all this was related to Qing Muchen's rare tenderness last night.
If he had allowed himself to do whatever he felt comfortable with, Mo Xier felt that he would not be able to get up today.
After getting off the bed, she randomly found some clothes and put them on, then turned around and went to the bathroom.
While washing, she looked at the obvious deep red spots on her neck in the mirror. Her face felt slightly warm, and she unconsciously thought of Qing Muchen in her head.
Qing Muchen left many marks on her body, and they were very colorful, but throughout last night, Mo Xi'er didn't feel much pain.
Thinking of him last night, Mo Xier was suddenly startled.
She didn't understand the reason for his sudden tenderness last night.
This doesn't seem like his style.
In the direction leading to the room, Qing Muchen walked towards this side with a tray. He entered the room, put down his things, walked to the bedroom, glanced at her face in the room, where she was lost in thought, and she said: , "What? Mrs. Qing is still unfinished about last night?"
Mo Xi'er came back to her senses, rolled her eyes at him, and said lightly, "I think about it so much."
"Really?" Qing Muchen leaned against the door and squinted at her, "I see it's clearly written on your face!"
"You're dazzled." Mo Xi'er was speechless at his words, glanced at him strangely, lowered his head and rinsed his mouth.
After washing up a few times in the bathroom, when she walked out, she glanced at the tray he brought in.
On the tray were some breakfast items and two cups of morning tea, both of which were beautifully made.