Mo Xier stood stiffly on the spot, motionless.
Qing Muchen raised his eyebrows, but he was not angry.
He stood up, lazily adjusted the cuffs of his clothes, and walked towards her step by step.
Mo Xi'er reflexively wanted to step back. As soon as the impulse arose, Qing Muchen didn't know where the speed came from. Mo Xi'er didn't even see how his footsteps moved. When he came to his senses, the road behind him was already there. He was blocked.
Mo Xi'er was a little embarrassed, and her face looked awkward for a few seconds. After taking a deep breath, she slowly raised her face.
Pretending to be relaxed, she flicked a strand of hair by her ear, turned her back and walked towards the bed, "I just wanted to see if the door was locked."
Qing Muchen snorted coldly without revealing it.
After walking towards her in a few steps, Mo Xi'er had just reached the bedside when his body suddenly pressed against her from behind.
The two people's bodies were so close that Mo Xi'er felt as if his back was being roasted by fire, so hot that it seemed to be burning.
Her body was very stiff in his arms, and she even trembled slightly uncontrollably.
It's a very subtle reaction that can't be felt without careful observation.
However, Qing Muchen has such exquisite senses.
Every expression on her face, every movement, and even the smallest movement of her eyes fell into his eyes.
Every expression on Mo Xier's face said that she didn't want to tonight.
Qing Muchen was not a pity person, but every time he encountered her weak side, it was as if something sharp had thrown away the wall in his heart, and he actually felt pity for her.
"Qing Muchen, can we continue tomorrow?" Mo Xier turned her back to him, her voice had lost its previous coldness, and was soft and delicate.
Smart women should know how to be flexible.
Mo Xi'er is the smart type. Naturally, compared to competing with him, she knows very well what to do to prevent herself from suffering a loss.
Qing Muchen's arms held her tightly, and his arms kept shrinking, so tight that she was almost squeezed into his flesh and blood.
Mo Xi'er's chest was beating fast and her waist was in pain, but she didn't say anything. Instead, she tensed her nerves and waited quietly for his answer.
Silence spread between the two of them.
Qing Muchen seemed to be struggling, rubbing his body against hers again and again, but finally let her go.
Mo Xi'er let out a long sigh and carefully crawled out from under his arm.
"It's getting late. Let's all rest. Don't you still have a lot to do tomorrow?"
Raising her head and glancing at him, she got on the bed before him.
She knew that he would not touch her tonight.
Give her one night, and Mo Xi'er believes that she can solve the problem, whether it's physical strength or medicine.
Qing Muchen really didn't touch her tonight, and what made Mo Xier even more fortunate was that when she woke up early the next morning, he was not there.
As soon as he would be busy for a few more days before returning home, Mo Xier suddenly felt a lot more relaxed.
With him gone, she could even save on medicine.
This time is still very early, about seven o'clock.
Except for the old man and the servants, everyone in the Mo family has not gotten up yet.
"Grandpa, it's morning! I'm pruning the flowers, I'm here to help you!" Mo Xi'er happily greeted the old man and walked into the flowers with her skirt in hand.
Crouching down and just getting ready to work, a respectful greeting suddenly came from outside the front door of Qing's house.
"Master Shi, you are here!"