Qing Muchen couldn't tell what kind of mood he was feeling, but after leaving home so many times, this was his first time coming home, and he felt a little anxious.
I have never felt this kind of mood even in the past few years after leaving the Qing family.
Mo Xi'er was still sleeping. She was used to sleeping on her own these days, and she seemed to have completely forgotten that this was the Qing family and that the real owner of this room was Qing Muchen.
Her sleeping posture was a bit unrestrained. She probably still felt uncomfortable when she fell asleep. Her soft white arms found the pillow where Qing Muchen slept. She pulled it and hugged it with her own.
She is used to sleeping with things in her arms. When she was a child, her father Mo often liked to give her dolls, and without realizing it, she developed the habit of sleeping with things in her arms.
However, with Qing Muchen beside her, she has always been restrained.
As soon as Qing Muchen was gone, all his past habits had returned to their original form.
Mo Xier also has a habit of lifting up her skirt when sleeping, which will make her feel cooler.
However, after meeting Qing Muchen, she automatically hid all of this.
Qing Muchen stood next to her, looking at the hem of her skirt that she took the initiative to lift up without him having to do anything, with a dark look in her eyes.
The temperature in his eyes was so high that even when Mo Xier fell asleep, he could feel the temperature around him suddenly rising.
She slept a little uncomfortably, and her body turned outside. When she felt uncomfortable, she turned sideways and inside.
Still feeling a little uncomfortable, she simply turned outwards again.
Circle, circle, and circle again, just as she was about to flip under the bed, Qing Muchen's arms stretched out in time to hug her body.
His attack was very quick, and he didn't even wake up Mo Xi'er.
Qing Muchen hugged her with his arms and his eyes slowly wandered along the curves of her body. The last place where his eyes settled was Mo Xi'er pressing against his chest.
Qing Muchen's head was buzzing, and his arm holding her felt a little hot.
This woman is not wearing a bra!
Mo Xier's body was very light, slender and petite. When he was hugging her, she curled up into a ball and even leaned into his arms obediently.
The way she looked at this time was completely different from the way she usually slept.
In the past, Mo Xi'er was usually wrapped up tightly when sleeping, and she would not take the initiative to get so close to him.
Like a small animal, she showed no resistance to him and even nudged him with her head in a somewhat dependent manner.
In fact, Qing Muchen has never been a gentle person. He just stared at her sleeping posture for so long, and all he could think about was how to indulge and how to be rough.
However, seeing her so docile and clinging to him now, Qing Muchen suddenly couldn't bear it.
In fact, Mo Xier's sleep has always been very light. I don't know what happened tonight, but he didn't wake up.
Her head was heavy. She probably knew that Qing Muchen was not here, so she slept more comfortably, and she had no intention of waking up subconsciously.
Qing Muchen didn't shake her awake. As far as he was concerned, whatever he wanted to do, whether she was asleep or awake, would not have any impact on him.
Qing Muchen stared at her quietly in his arms, his slender fingertips opened her pajamas, and his hands flexibly reached in.
The advantage of not wearing a bra is that it is convenient to do anything.
Qing Muchen's skin roamed freely in her clothes, not sparing every inch of her skin, and his movements were as slow as exploring.