The room was still filled with the atmosphere that the two had just had fun, and her clothes were scattered on the floor.
The torn skirt was unsightly, the top was messy and scattered, like an abandoned coat...
Qing Muchen, as if nothing had happened just now, sat at his desk in neat clothes and continued his work.
There was no expression on his face at all, and there was no trace of what he had just done.
The clothes on his body were very neat, with the shirt buttoned to the second to last button. He was as neatly dressed as the wild and rough man that Gang Moxi'er had seen, which was just an illusion of hers.
Mo Xier sat stiffly on the sofa and stared at him like this for a few seconds, her eyes a little sore.
She didn't like Qing Muchen who looked like this, so indifferent as if his blood was flowing with ice.
All emotions come to him directly and are received quickly.
It seemed that everything was easy for him.
However, after thinking about it, what could she expect from Qing Muchen
She doesn't love him, and he doesn't love her either. Isn't the way he is now the best state for him and her
Looking away from him, Mo Xier didn't pay much attention to this matter. She touched the sofa with her toes and bent down to pick up her clothes on the ground and wanted to put them on. However, looking at the torn strips on the skirt, she Suddenly there was a surge of anger in his chest.
How did he ask her to go back
Mo Xier was a little annoyed by his behavior, so she put on the torn skirt. She deliberately pulled down the waist of the skirt so that the hem of the skirt could be lowered to cover her legs. However, the effect was not very obvious. .
Qing Muchen's hand didn't know how strong it was, and it tore her skirt directly to her thighs.
Mo Xier was a little embarrassed, standing stiffly on the spot, suddenly at a loss.
Qing Muchen's eyes squinted towards hers, and he stared at her quietly. He casually took his coat next to him, and walked towards her in a few steps.
When he came to her side, he put his coat on her body, turned her body to face him, and with lowered eyebrows, he concentrated on buttoning her clothes.
He was much taller than her, so the clothes were pushed onto her body, buttoned up, and the length was just right to cover Mo Xier's part above the knees.
Mo Xi'er's eyes dropped lightly and she stared at herself like this for a long time. She accepted it calmly without being formal with him.
He tore the clothes, so he should give them to her.
"It's even!" She walked in front, pulling the two ends of the collar of her coat, and walked out of the room one step ahead of him.
Qing Muchen followed her slowly and left the room.
When I walked out of the office building, the sky outside didn't know when it started to snow again.
Christmas has passed, and the weather in City C this season is basically close to zero degrees.
After Mo Xi'er came out, because of the cold, his head reflexively dug into Qing Muchen's loose coat.
She covered most of her face and walked forward for a while. As if something sounded, she suddenly turned her head and stared at him behind her.
Qing Muchen originally wore very little, so in such a cold season, when he came to the office building, he only wore a black windbreaker and a thin woolen sweater.
As soon as the coat was given to her and she walked out, the sweater on her body was so thin that Mo Xier discovered for the first time that he also had a thin side.
Looking at him like this in astonishment, she was stunned.