"Not leaving?" Qing Muchen walked toward her in a few steps. When he passed her, he glanced at her sideways.
Mo Xier's eyes moved along his figure, looking up and down at him.
The collar of Qing Muchen's sweater was slightly wide, and a small piece of his chest was exposed.
Mo Xi'er always thought that Qing Muchen was not afraid of the cold, as if he had a built-in heating function. How could a person who doesn't need a heater in such a low room in winter be so cold
She had always thought of him this way in the past, but today, she could clearly see a few small pimples on his exposed skin.
Snowy weather, such a thing appeared, she knew what his situation was now.
Mo Xier stared blankly at his chest for a few seconds without saying anything. She turned her head and walked slowly on her own way.
Her pace was very slow, and as she walked, she was counting down the time until he would stop her and take her clothes back after she left Duanyuan.
However, even after walking several hundred meters, Qing Muchen beside him never said a word.
He was like this, which made Mo Xi'er feel a little uncomfortable for no reason.
She glanced at him sideways, took a few steps towards him, unbuttoned her clothes, and made a move that surprised him very much.
She unbuttoned her coat one by one, took off her clothes, put them on him, pulled the collars on both sides to pull the belt in her direction, and buttoned herself and him into a coat.
Qing Muchen obviously didn't expect that she would make such a move. He seemed to be stunned for a moment, watching her movements quietly without saying a word for a long time.
"Okay." Mo Xi'er buttoned the buttons one by one quickly, raised her face, and added lightly, "No need to thank me, I just don't want to owe too much."
"Did I say thank you?" Qing Muchen's mouth twitched slightly.
Mo Xi'er didn't answer his words, she snorted softly and wanted to continue walking forward. As soon as she took off, she was pulled back by the coats connected by the two of them.
Her brows furrowed slightly, and she seemed a little confused about how the two of them should walk in the current situation.
"No brain!" Qing Muchen raised his eyelids and sneered lightly, with an expression of disgust on his face.
Mo Xier was so angry that she wanted to punch him.
She was thinking about him, was he scolding her in return
"Qing Muchen, who are you scolding?" He wanted to scold him back, but before he could even speak, he was stunned by his action.
Qing Muchen put his arms around her waist, like a child, and suddenly hugged her up like a man.
He held her upright and picked her up easily. Mo Xier's legs reacted and wrapped around his waist, and her slender arms actively hooked his neck.
Qing Muchen's clothes are very wide, and both of them are on the thin side. Even in this posture, they still don't look tight under the coat.
Qing Muchen seemed to enjoy her attachment to him. He held her in this position and continued to walk to their villa at a gentle pace.
His movements were very neat, and he was so hard and domineering that every muscle in his body seemed to be full of solid strength, and the strong male hormones were well demonstrated in his body.
Mo Xier stiffened and let him hold her, secretly looking at his face that was very close at hand.
Looking at his resolute and engraved face, her heart suddenly jumped as if being hit by something.