Qing Muchen was slightly startled and stopped.
Turning his head, he looked slightly sideways at her, waiting for her next words.
Mo Xier stood at the bottom of the stairs, raised her face, stared at him quietly, moved her lips, and asked directly, "Why do you have to prepare so much this time?"
Qing Muchen's dark eyes flickered slightly under the light.
His eyes slowly swept along her face, and he stared at her quietly for a while, his thin lips slightly raised, but without answering her question, he asked lightly, "What do you think is the reason?"
Mo Xier was stunned by his question.
When had she ever guessed what he was thinking
Qing Muchen succeeded in silencing her.
Qing Muchen stood on the stairs, looking down at her. Through the dazzling light, he could capture every expression on her face in detail.
The expression on Mo Xi'er's face was a bit dazed. This was one of the few times he had seen such an expression on her face since he knew her.
Qing Muchen stared at her like this quietly for a long time, his eyes twinkling a little.
The two people just looked at each other quietly. Qing Muchen looked away, turned his head and continued walking.
Mo Xier turned her head and stared quietly at the rose-strewn dining table not far away, her eyes a little distracted.
She didn't even want to guess why Qing Muchen did what he did tonight.
Mo Xier didn't want to be sentimental.
The location of the Qing family's villa was particularly beautiful, in a manor.
The backyard is a large area of fruit trees, and the front yard is a fountain, stream, and garden.
It has snowed in City C for the past two days. This is the first snow that Mo Xier has seen here in a long time.
When I woke up the next day, it was snowing harder.
The entire manor was covered with white snow, and light snowflakes were falling everywhere. When you look out, the ground and branches are covered in silver.
Mo Xier's clothes were a little thin when she came here, and when she woke up, she was already cold before she even got out of bed.
Turning his head, the man next to him was surprisingly still sleeping.
Thick and long eyelashes cover the deep eyes. When sleeping, Qing Muchen is not aggressive at all. The curves of his face are soft, and his lips form a natural arc and are slightly pursed. The way he looks when sleeping makes Mo Xier feel very nice.
Mo Xi'er didn't know whether it was his face or his soft expression at the moment that was more attractive, but her eyes didn't move away for a long time after they landed on his face.
The snow outside the window is still falling, the snow falls silently, and the world is quiet.
Qing Muchen was probably born not afraid of the cold. The sheets prepared for the bedroom were so thin that Mo Xi'er's body was still shivering even if he was lying on the bed.
Mo Xier grew up in Sicily. Although Sicily is in Europe, it rarely snows.
She is actually not used to the cold weather.
Cold air drifted in from the window. Mo Xi'er was afraid of the cold, and his body shivered slightly. He glanced at Qing Muchen behind him calmly from the corner of his eye.
Qing Muchen's eyes were closed, his breathing was even, and there seemed to be no sign of waking up.
Mo Xier stared at him like this for a while, then tentatively stretched out her hand and placed it on his chest.
Qing Muchen's chest was very hot. On such a cold winter morning, it was still as hot as a soldering iron.
Mo Xi'er couldn't stand the coldness of her hands and feet, so she didn't think much about it.
Seeing that he didn't mean to wake up, her body burrowed into his arms like a small animal.