In fact, Qing Muchen knew very well that her words could not be true at all.
However, even under such a premise, when he heard her say this personally, his mood felt as if he suddenly encountered a piece of sunshine, and he suddenly felt a lot more happy.
Even if it was a lie, his heart still felt like he was lightly hit by something.
Was she trying to please him
"Come here!" Dark eyes stared at her, and he raised a finger at her.
Mo Xi'er's body trembled slightly, and she had a bad premonition for no reason.
Qing Muchen leaned against the wall and reminded again, "Come here!"
Mo Xi'er hesitated for a moment, reluctantly, but still pulled her legs and slowly walked towards him.
Qing Muchen stretched out his long arms and pulled her into his arms when she was about to get close. His handsome face leaned in her direction, and he kissed her forehead softly with his lips.
His kiss was gentle and light, not as hot as every night the two of them got together. It was as soft as a breeze passing by, and it seemed that there was a hint of pampering mixed in.
Mo Xi'er unexpectedly didn't hate his kiss.
"Do you like this villa?" Qing Muchen kept his arms around her, and with his free hand, he lazily picked up her hanging hair and played with it.
"Mom took me over to take a look last time. She just felt that the house was empty if it was empty. It would be better to renovate it and use it occasionally." Mo Xi'er said lightly, lowering her long eyelashes.
"Really?" Qing Muchen leaned over, buried his face in her hair and kissed her.
He liked the smell of her body, it was faint, like the fragrance of gardenia.
The floral fragrance, which is completely incompatible with her temperament, is a little sweet and a little pink. When you smell it, it makes people feel warm inexplicably.
The floral fragrance that easily hits a man's heart is completely different from her aloofness, and the girlish scent is very strong.
Qing Muchen took a deep and longing breath of the scent of her hair, and suddenly said, "Mrs. Qing, do you want two people to live together?"
Mo Xier's body stiffened slightly as she leaned in his arms.
What a big face!
How narcissistic is this to think this way
"I'm overthinking it, it's just that I'm tired when I'm bored." She raised her face and poured a basin of cold water on him.
However, Qing Muchen didn't take her words seriously, "Really? Miss Mo, you don't have to be embarrassed!"
After a pause, he added as if talking to himself, "Women are always so awkward!"
His words were either a joke or a misunderstanding of Mo Xier's original intention of designing the villa.
Mo Xi'er's face felt hot, and she raised her neck, tilting her face up so that her eyes were level with his. She growled angrily, "I told you I wasn't!"
Without giving him a chance to reply, she pushed him away violently, turned around and went straight downstairs.
Qing Muchen stood stiffly on the spot, unable to recover from her yelling for a while.
Is she yelling at him
How dare she yell at him!
But why does his tone sound so coquettish
Qing Muchen's expression was stunned by her yelling.
He stared blankly at her leaving figure, and the corners of his lips suddenly curled up slightly.
He actually didn't hate this feeling.
Outside the corridor, a figure just passed by the door.
When passing by the door, he paused and turned his head. The man outside the room glanced at Qing Muchen inside, and said sarcastically, "Brother, you look so stupid like this!"