Her face looked calm, as if she didn't mind at all.
With her back to Qing Muchen, she calmly pulled off her pajamas and put on the skirt she found from bottom to top.
Her movements were very neat, and she didn't seem to have any affectation like ordinary women.
Mo Xier actually just wanted to end this embarrassing moment this morning quickly.
However, as soon as the skirt was pulled up to her chest, Qing Muchen seemed to be walking towards this side.
His footsteps were loud and extremely slow.
Mo Xi'er's chest jumped inexplicably.
Ignoring it, she turned her back to him and wanted to continue pulling on the skirt. Just as she made a move, her hand was suddenly pressed down by a hand from behind.
Mo Xi'er was startled, all the blood rushed to his face in an instant, and his whole face was so hot that it could bake an egg.
Qing Muchen glanced in her direction from the corner of his eye, crossed his long legs forward, and pressed his body against her from behind. His fingertips slowly wandered over her shoulders as if playing music. Suddenly it wrapped her hand.
His palms were not as delicate as those of the dandy who grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth.
Qing Muchen's palm was very thin, but it was indescribably strong, as if it was holding infinite power. Just being wrapped by him made Mo Xi'er feel at ease.
His hands, like every part of his body, exuded a strong scent of male hormones.
There was a little callus on the palm, and when it brushed against the skin, it brought a slight tingling, like an electric current passing through, cool and itchy. Mo Xi'er didn't dislike this feeling.
He seemed to be very close to her, and Mo Xier felt his breath. She could feel that the distance between the two people seemed to be almost negative.
"You were asleep when I came back last night." His thin lips twitched slightly, and Qing Muchen behind him spoke calmly first.
"I was a little sleepy last night. When I was drawing, I fell asleep while I was drawing." Mo Xi'er suppressed the noisy heartbeat in her chest and made her voice sound as calm as possible.
"It doesn't matter." Qing Muchen's face leaned towards hers.
Mo Xier instinctively wanted to turn her head to hide, but he seemed to have anticipated her impulse.
Her head just started to move, but he held it down with one hand.
Mo Xier had no choice but to freeze and wait for his next words.
She could feel there was something in Qing Muchen's words.
She never thought he was an easy person to talk to.
If he suddenly mentioned this matter, there was no need for him to say it if it wasn't for the sake of arrogance.
Sure enough, Qing Muchen's next words confirmed her guess.
His thin lips leaned toward her ears, and he murmured another sentence in a low voice, "It doesn't matter, we left it behind last night, let's make up for it now!"
boom!
Something buzzed in Mo Xi'er's head.
Qing Muchen didn't seem to want to give her time to react. He hooked an arm around her waist and pressed her against the closet wall behind him.
He leaned over, bit the collar of her skirt with his teeth, pulled off her clothes, and pressed his body directly against hers.
His actions were very direct, without any warning or warning, just like a violent invasion.
Mo Xi'er was pressed to death by him, leaving no room for struggle.
Frowning, she dug her hands into his shoulders.