"Let's eat!" Qing Muchen stared at the ring for a long time, then released her hand and returned to his seat. After sitting down, he held a knife in one hand and a fork in the other, and elegantly started eating his meal.
Mo Xi'er withdrew her hand and stared at the ring on it quietly.
His warmth still remained on her fingertips. When the small ring was worn on her fingertips, it seemed to be hot. A stream of heat slowly spread along the place where the ring covered her skin, a thin stream of warmth. Like a spring, it spread through her blood vessels and reached her heart.
Qing Muchen looked sideways in her direction from the corner of his eye, staring at her secretly.
Mo Xi'er's eyes stayed on the ring for a little too long. If Qing Muchen's estimate was correct, it would have been at least two minutes.
Just looking at a ring for two minutes, she must like it, right
The corners of his lips curled up slightly, and the curves of Qing Muchen's resolute face softened.
Mo Xi'er probably noticed his gaze on her, and looked away from the ring, and started eating her meal as if nothing had happened.
Holding a knife in one hand and a fork in the other, she cut a small piece of beef and wanted to put it directly into her mouth. She glanced at the flower petals on the table from the corner of her eye, and her movements suddenly stopped again.
They have already obtained the marriage certificate, so it is not surprising that Qing Muchen knows her birthday.
However, Mo Xi'er didn't expect that he would remember it.
What’s more, I didn’t expect that on a day like today when my parents were not present, he would be the one accompanying me!
Qing Muchen obviously didn't remember her birthday just these two days. It would take a long time just to prepare the decoration of the villa.
Everything he prepared tonight didn't seem to be something he thought of or could arrange at short notice.
What Mo Xier didn't understand was why he had to do so much for her
Qing Muchen was never one to explain things to anyone. After the whole meal, he didn't speak again.
After dinner, Qing Muchen seemed to have no intention of returning to Qing's house, squatting in the living room and lazily decorating the Christmas tree.
Tomorrow is Christmas Eve, and judging from his appearance, he must be planning to spend Christmas here too.
For Mo Xier, the only difference was whether he was at home or not.
If he was here, it would be the same to her wherever he lived.
Also not mentioning anything about going back, Mo Xier walked around the villa after finishing the meal.
After visiting the floors one by one, when he passed by Qing Muchen, he was suddenly pulled by him.
Pulling her to his side, pushing her to sit down, he handed her a piece of golden satin in his hand, "Help, together!"
"Are you still celebrating this kind of festival?" Mo Xi'er took the thing in his hand and squatted down in front of him. Not afraid that he would hear it, he said again, "How childish!"
Qing Muchen glanced at her coolly and corrected her coldly, "I'll help you."
The smile on Mo Xi'er's lips slowly faded, and the hand that played with the satin stopped.
"I've been through this for a long time."
"Really?" Qing Muchen didn't refute her words, but his tone sounded like he was questioning.
In fact, Mo Xier has loved Christmas since she was a child, even though it has been a long time.
The reason is that it is next to my birthday.
For her, celebrating Christmas is equivalent to celebrating her three birthdays in a row.
At that time, like every child, she was looking forward to gifts.
And Christmas can make her full of expectations every day for three days in a row.
But, how does Qing Muchen know this