Due to concerns about her family environment since childhood, Mo Xier has always been known as a gentle and quiet socialite.
Although he and Qing Muchen would compete with each other and act wildly in private, he did not lose his manners at other times.
To Qing Muchen, she was like the most noble doll, beautiful, delicate, and elegant. No matter where she was placed, no matter what aspect, she was always so pleasing to the eye.
Qing Muchen didn't know what she would be like when she lived alone.
Mo Xier's sleeping posture is actually very unsightly.
The sheets were naked, and she tore them into a ball and held them in her arms. The whole bed was wrinkled, as if it had been ransacked.
Her legs were resting casually on the sheets. Probably without Qing Muchen around, her posture became much more comfortable.
The two fair, slender and slender legs were just resting on the snow-white quilt, and their skin was actually whiter than the quilt and sheets!
Her white color is white with a slight hint of healthy pink.
Pink is the color of girls.
She is obviously a married person, but her facial features and every part of her body still retain the characteristics of a girl.
Qing Muchen stood by the bed, his eyes falling unscrupulously on her half-exposed legs, his dark eyes like a bottomless whirlpool.
His eyes stayed on Mo Xi'er for a long time, and he never moved away after landing on her skin.
Looking at the delicate pale pink bud in front of him, he had an abnormal impulse to make her bloom beautifully under him.
His eyes were very naked, without any concealment, and they were like thorns, piercing into Mo Xi'er. Even though Mo Xi'er had fallen asleep, she still felt a little uncomfortable.
Her closed eyes did not open. She seemed to be sleeping uncomfortably. She kicked off the quilt with her legs and kicked away part of the quilt that she was curled up in. Without waking up, she turned sideways and continued to sleep.
The bed was already in a mess by her. She turned over and pulled the sheets along with her. The whole bed was in such a mess that it looked like a garbage dump in Qing Muchen's eyes.
It seems that no place in the Qing family has looked so ugly in such a long time.
As a senior mysophobia patient, if this kind of thing happened in normal times, he would have just started to attack it.
However, today he is extremely generous.
Qing Muchen didn't seem to notice what the bed looked like at this moment, and his attention was entirely on Mo Xi'er.
To be precise, her legs.
His eyes were always fixed on her legs, and he never moved away after his eyes drifted there.
Mo Xi'er's legs were thin, but they were not completely boneless.
Her legs are very beautiful, slender and well-proportioned, and her skin is so fair that it glows.
Qing Muchen looked at her like this, and his mind automatically recalled the feeling of every inch of her skin under his palm.
This time he left home, in fact, it was only less than a week in total.
Jue Ye had something happen at the moment and ran to deal with it.
In the past, this kind of thing happened to him all the time.
Being away from home for a week, two weeks or even a month has become a natural habit for him.
However, only this time, he felt a little uncomfortable.
It was only a few days, but it seemed like I had been away for several months.
How many days has it been since he saw her
How many days have you not touched her
How does it feel to not see someone for a few days
Qing Muchen had never done this before, this was the first time.