This woman is his wife and his person.
Every aspect of her, every part of her body, belonged to him!
As his hands wandered, he kissed her one by one without passing any place.
He left mark after mark on her body, as if to imprint his breath permanently.
Mo Xier's body felt like it was being bitten by millions of ants, and she wanted to continue turning around uncomfortably, but he was restrained by force.
Qing Muchen's arms trapped her tightly, his strong and strong arms wrapped around her body, trapping her between his body and his arms, firmly preventing her from escaping.
His force was very strong, neither light nor heavy. The area where Mo Xier's waist was held by him seemed to be imprisoned by an iron hoop, which made her feel a little uncomfortable.
Out of instinctive defense, Mo Xier raised her arm and waved towards him while she was dazed in sleep.
She moved very quickly, simply trying to push him away, but she actually used a slap.
Qing Muchen probably didn't expect that she would make such a move, so he was stunned for a moment.
Mo Xi'er took advantage of his absence and waved her little hand towards his face.
Snapped!
It was a dull slap, solid, and the clear sound could be heard throughout the room.
There was no light in the room at all. How Mo Xier could do it so accurately, Qing Muchen didn't know.
His body was stiff for a few seconds, and his face remained in the posture of being slapped, as if he didn't realize what was happening.
Mo Xi'er didn't wake up, didn't even open her eyes to see what was going on, she nestled in his arms and continued to sleep.
She really wasn't a deep sleeper, but she had no intention of waking up today.
She just snuggled into Qing Muchen's arms obediently, curled up into a ball and let him hold her, sleeping peacefully, which was very pitiful.
When she was sleeping, Mo Xier looked like an angel.
This is what Qing Muchen was thinking at this time.
I still feel this way after being slapped by her.
The word angel should be the highest description for a girl.
He has the innocent appearance of a child and the harmless behavior of a cat.
Pure, beautiful, and so holy that people can’t help but want to get their hands on it!
Qing Muchen felt that he was probably crazy.
This was the first time I was beaten, and it was a man's face. I wasn't angry, but when I looked at the culprit, I still felt that he was beautiful.
How could this woman with such an ugly sleeping posture, such a cold personality, and such an untamable temper have anything to do with being an angel
Crazy!
Mo Xier didn't know if he finally gained some consciousness because of his sight. In a daze, she suddenly opened her eyes and stared at him.
Her eyes are very clear, clear, and translucent like the brightest stars in the sky.
When he is confused, he is as innocent as a little white rabbit.
Even though he was a cold man like Qing Muchen, when she looked at him like this, the heart in his chest still felt as if something had knocked him lightly.
Mo Xi'er didn't know whether she was conscious or not, but just stared at him in confusion. She was not surprised that he was back, nor was she surprised by her pajamas that were almost dead in battle, let alone explaining the slap she just received.
Her eyes were very hazy, so hazy that Qing Muchen was a little suspicious. Did she know that he was the one holding her now
Mo Xi'er was still staring at him, her clear and clear eyes looking him up and down several times.