Just a few strokes, strong, powerful and real.
Mo Xier was stunned for a few seconds before he realized what that meant. Something seemed to explode in his head.
Qing Muchen was still walking with her in his arms. His pace was very slow. He didn't know whether it was because he was holding her and walking awkwardly or on purpose.
The place where the two of them were was not far from the villa, only a few hundred meters away.
However, such a short distance seems to be thousands of meters away, and it seems to be endless.
There was no expression on his face, and his arms held her tightly.
The hard leather shoes stepped on the snow-covered ground, rubbing against the snowflakes and making a fine crunching sound. It seemed that the only sound left in the world was his footsteps.
Mo Xier hugged him stiffly, her eyes fixed on his face, which was slightly red for some unknown reason.
A long way.
Neither of them spoke, Qing Muchen was focused on walking his own path.
His arms seemed to be full of strength, and they were not too weak to hold her.
He held her firmly, and Mo Xier never fell down due to his mistake.
Just letting him hug her, at this moment, Mo Xi'er felt more at ease than ever before.
Where such peace of mind came from, she didn't know.
However, it has been found in this man many times.
A husband who married her directly without any familiarity with her, and a husband who she always thought about when the marriage would end!
It's him like this that actually makes her feel at ease!
As if he noticed her gaze, Qing Muchen, who was originally looking forward, suddenly lowered his eyes and glanced at her.
Their eyes met, and when he saw her eyes staring at him in ecstasy, his eyes softened like a spring breeze.
Mo Xier was still staring at him.
His thin lips were slightly pursed, and his face was still expressionless, aloof and cold, always looking like he didn't care about anything in the world.
However, she didn't know if it was her own illusion, but Mo Xi'er actually saw some tenderness in his eyes that was completely inconsistent with his aura.
Mo Xi'er's chest jumped again, and her face, which was already red, began to feel hot unconsciously.
Qing Muchen didn't miss her subtle reaction, his eyes scanned her face carefully, and the corners of his lips suddenly twitched slightly.
He seemed to be smiling and seemed to be in a good mood.
Mo Xi'er felt a little embarrassed and uncomfortably flicked a strand of long hair behind her ear, scattering the strands of hair that were originally tucked away to cover her hot cheeks.
"Go back quickly!" As if nothing happened, she reminded lightly, "I'm heavy and my hands are sore from holding me."
Her weight is in her early nineties.
Considering her height, it's not heavy at all.
She said this kind of self-deprecating words very smoothly.
With Qing Muchen's poisonous tongue, she thought he would just say, "Do you still know?"
However, what she never expected was that Qing Muchen would actually reply, "It's okay, I don't mind it!"
He answered it naturally, and his tone didn't seem to be the usual joking tone.
The expression on Mo Xi'er's face was slightly startled, and she turned stiffly to face him. She was stunned.
Qing Muchen raised his eyebrows and stared at her. When he met her eyes, his eyes were very clear, so clear that she could see through them.
When Mo Xi'er looked at him like this, he accidentally became distracted again.