Qing Muchen was still sitting next to her, and her body was pressed against the car door.
He is 1.89 meters tall, which is one size bigger than her.
What does it look like to sit like this
Qing Muchen's eyes twitched fiercely, and he glanced at her with a cold look, "Sit back within three seconds!"
"It's dangerous to go back and forth like this on the road!" Mo Xier just responded to him lightly, not taking his words seriously, and continued to drive his car.
She said it was dangerous on the road, but the car drove very fast.
The black sports car was racing on the road, almost flying.
Her car didn't drive as smoothly as Qing Muchen's. When the speed increased, it bumped harder than Qing Muchen's.
Qing Muchen was not wearing a seat belt, so when the car started bumping, his head almost hit the glass of the car next to him several times.
His face was not very pretty to begin with, but after doing this a few times, his entire face turned dark.
"I said, go over there!" With a sullen face, he raised his voice again.
This time, Mo Xier didn't seem to hear anything, and the car continued to drive very fast on the road.
"Stop the car within three seconds, or you will bear the consequences!" Qing Muchen's warning sounded more serious.
Mo Xier still ignored it.
There was a burst of anger in Qing Muchen's chest, and he wrapped her hand with his big hand. He led her with his hand and pushed the car to the side. He pushed her away violently. He took her place in the driver's seat and swished his hair. The train arrived at Qing's house.
After arriving at Qing's house, he got off the car first.
He slammed open the car door she was sitting in, grabbed her hand with his big hand, and roughly pulled her out of the car without even bothering to lock the door, dragging her towards the main house in large strides.
His force was so strong that the hand holding Mo Xi'er was so painful that she almost dislocated.
There were a lot of people in the Qing family at this time. As they passed the gardens and halls along the way, groups of servants gathered to watch.
Mo Xi'er originally wanted to resist, but she didn't want to make the matter a big deal, so she held back.
When going upstairs, Tong Xiyao happened to come down from upstairs.
Passing by the two of them, she was shocked by the strong anger on Qing Muchen's body.
Looking at Qing Muchen's hand again, her brows furrowed and she exclaimed, "Qing Muchen, please be gentle! Xi'er is your wife!"
As if he couldn't hear anything, Qing Muchen went straight upstairs to his room, dragged Mo Xi'er into the house, and the door was slammed shut with great force.
Pulling her against the wall next to her, he tried to press her up roughly, but Mo Xier suddenly blocked him with an arm.
Lifting her face and meeting his eyes fearlessly, she said something that surprised Qing Muchen, "Can you try something new?"
When she was taunting him to get angry, she only knew how to torment her like this, and her tone seemed to be a little impatient.
Qing Muchen was about to lean towards her body to hold her back, and looked at her sideways from the corner of his eye. He seemed to be stunned for a moment.
Wei Wei stared at her for a long time, and the corners of his lips suddenly curled up coldly.
Then, he said something that surprised Mo Xier even more.
He raised his thin lips slightly and said, "Don't like this way? What do you like? Doggy style? Kneeling style? Or something else?"
He misinterpreted Mo Xier's words, and the "method" in Mo Xier's mouth was deliberately twisted into the posture he used when doing those things!
He never felt embarrassed when he said such words, and his expression didn't even change.
Mo Xi'er's face turned red and she was silenced by him.