In the wedding photos of the two of them, every expression on her face was very light from beginning to end, so light that several pounds could not be seen.
After taking all the photos, it seems that the expression has not changed.
Qing Muchen glanced sideways at her, feeling unhappy when he saw her like this.
The corners of his lips curled up, his big hands grabbed hers, and his long arms pulled her over, pressing her head against his chest, leaning over, and his lips suddenly captured hers.
Regardless of the fact that there was a photographer at the scene, his kiss was not to find a camera angle, but a real kiss. The kiss was very deep, the tip of his tongue swept across hers, broke through her mouth, and penetrated deep into her throat. deep.
His kiss was hot, bold and wanton.
Mo Xier's face suddenly turned red.
The photographer was not surprised by this kind of thing. He took the camera and clicked to capture photos of the two of them very dedicatedly.
A long kiss, I don't know how long it lasted.
When it was over, Mo Xier's cheeks were still red.
It's as red as blood and almost ripe.
She had no idea what the photo would look like, and her head was still dizzy all the way back to the villa.
Qing Muchen parked the car outside the gate of the villa, handed her the key and entered the house.
Mo Xier locked the car and followed him stiffly, keeping a certain distance from him.
As if on purpose, she always maintained a distance of two or three meters from Qing Muchen without crossing.
Qing Muchen kept his steps and glanced coldly in her direction.
Mo Xi'er's face hung slightly, and under the afterglow of the setting sun, her fair and clear face was still flushed with a blush, as if she had not yet recovered from what had just happened.
Qing Muchen looked at her intently, and his mood suddenly improved a lot.
Compared to the one last night when Zhang Yang said she would do it if he didn't do it, he still preferred to see her like this now.
She was so innocent that she looked like a little girl without any emotional experience. Just a simple kiss could make her blush for so long.
Men are actually the same at heart, they like things that are purely convenient for them to get their hands on.
She was like a piece of clean white paper without any contamination, tempting him to want to get more involved!
Qing Muchen's eyes stayed on her for a little long.
Thinking of her last night, the corners of his lips suddenly curled up meaningfully, and then he slowly said, "Have you never been kissed like this?"
At the end, he also added the word "ah", and the sound was deliberately prolonged by him.
Mo Xi'er was shocked, and her drooping face slowly lifted up.
Her eyes met his, and seeing the amusement in his eyes, she calmed down and replied to him calmly, "Yes, I have never encountered such a shameless person regardless of the occasion."
She was beating around the bush and scolding him. As for his question, although she admitted it, she didn't answer it in a way that took advantage of him.
What Qing Muchen wanted to make sure was whether he was the only man who had kissed her!
However, her focus was clearly off.
Without arguing with her, Qing Muchen took a deep breath and said again, "The first time last night?"
He asked very directly, and he didn't feel embarrassed to ask such a question directly.
Mo Xi'er's legs that were about to move forward stopped after his words, and her back stiffened.
She was silent for a few seconds after his words, and when she turned around, she had that calm look on her face again.
The red lips twitched slightly, and her answer surprised him—