Mo Xier looked stiffly in his direction and was slightly startled.
Qing Muchen pursed his thin lips slightly, looking up and down as he decorated his Christmas tree leisurely, ignoring her look.
"Have your parents called you?" Mo Xier asked tentatively.
"What?" Qing Muchen responded lazily to her.
"Just asking casually." Mo Xier looked away lightly.
However, out of curiosity about this question, she couldn't help but ask, "Is there any?"
Celebrating her birthday for three days was something only her parents had done for Mo Xier.
It’s normal for parents to do this kind of thing. Which parent doesn’t try their best to make their children happy at all times
What surprised her was that Qing Muchen could do this kind of thing.
Mo Xi'er's first reaction was that Father Mo said something to him.
Qing Muchen was decorating the ribbons, as if he didn't hear her words.
Mo Xier moved her body in his direction and put her hand directly on his arm, "Really?"
Her movements were not so scrupulous for the moment.
Even he didn't realize how intimate the two people were acting at the moment.
This kind of intimacy is different from the intimacy the two have every night. One is just physical, and the other is natural and spiritual.
After she put her hand on it, Qing Muchen seemed stunned for a moment.
The hand wrapped with the ribbon stopped, and from the corner of his eye, he glanced faintly at her hand.
Mo Xi'er didn't realize there was anything unusual about her behavior, but when he looked at her like this, her face suddenly looked a little embarrassed.
After being stunned for a few seconds, the corners of her lips twitched uncomfortably, and she retracted her hand stiffly.
Qing Muchen's eyes slowly moved up along her hands and secretly stared at her face.
Mo Xi'er seemed a little uncomfortable, tilting her delicate face, and pretending that nothing had happened, brushing a small strand of hair in front of her forehead.
Her face was still a little red, and the glistening color of the crystal lamp reflected in the light looked as plump as petals waiting to be released.
Qing Muchen narrowed his eyes and stared at her like this for a few seconds, then the corners of his lips suddenly curled up slightly.
My mood was like a ray of sunshine suddenly blooming on a sunny day, making it much brighter.
"That's not important." He turned his face and replied to her lightly, and he continued to do his own thing.
Mo Xi'er felt a little uncomfortable staying next to him. She stood up and wanted to leave. Just when she had the urge, Qing Muchen's hand suddenly stretched out out of thin air and grabbed her hand, pulling on the hand she had just put on his arm. That one was put back on his arm.
His movements were natural, as if the two were a couple in love.
Mo Xier was just stunned for a moment and did not push him away.
Qing Muchen didn't look in her direction and continued to do his own thing happily.
Occasionally he would order her, "Help!"
Mo Xier cooperated today. When he asked for help, she helped.
When her fingertips touched the colorful ribbons wrapped around him, Mo Xier's hands deftly tied into a bow shape.
Her movements are very skillful, probably because she has had too many Christmases since she was a child.
The corners of Qing Muchen's lips twitched, but he said nothing and continued to do his work quietly.
The two of them spent several long hours decorating a Christmas tree, and Qing Muchen went straight upstairs.
Mo Xier stood at the entrance of the stairs, watching his figure leave. When he was about to reach the corner, she unexpectedly stopped him.
"etc!"