Since she met Qing Muchen, Mo Xi'er has seen his sarcastic eyes, his sharpness, his indifference, and countless other looks, but she has never seen him look like this.
He looked at her as if she had been electrocuted. The words she had not spoken out in her stomach were stuck in her throat, blocked.
Qing Muchen's eyes stayed on her for a long time, moving from top to bottom. He didn't miss her face, her hair, her neck, and every part of her body.
In fact, Mo Xi'er was not someone who cared about other people's opinions. After being married to Qing Muchen for so many months, she never cared about his opinion of her.
However, now, being stared at by him so directly, she felt inexplicably uncomfortable.
He raised his face and casually wanted to push back the hair in front of his forehead. Just as he made the move, Qing Muchen's rare and gentle voice suddenly sounded, "Your hair is wet!"
Mo Xi'er seemed to be struck by a bolt of lightning, her body suddenly stiffened, and the hand she was about to play with her hair froze there.
"It's dripping." Qing Muchen reminded again.
Mo Xier's eyes stiffened and moved downwards, staring blankly at her wet skirt that stuck to her legs. She seemed to be standing on the stage surrounded by countless pairs of eyes, and suddenly felt embarrassed.
"The sheets are stained." Qing Muchen's voice sounded for the third time.
"This is my room!" Mo Xi'er just thought he was disgusted, as if my territory is yours to take care of, and replied to him with a slumped face.
"Do you know how ugly you look now?" Qing Muchen seemed not to have heard her words and asked again.
Mo Xi'er got up in the middle of the night and worked hard for several hours tonight, and even drove so far away for him. However, what she got in exchange for this sentence made her suddenly feel a little annoyed.
"You don't have to look..." She wanted to give him the medicine in her hand, but just as she spoke, one of Qing Muchen's arms suddenly hooked her waist, leading her to lean into his arms. His arms suddenly tightened The cage held her in place.
His hug was very forceful, unlike any other before.
He didn't care how cold her body was, how embarrassed she was at the moment, or how wet her clothes were. He just hugged her tightly, hugged her hard, and held her waist with his big hands. , pressing and kneading her into his arms, with such force that they seemed to be fused into one.
Something clicked in Mo Xi'er's head, and her whole body was sluggish for a few seconds. Her eyes froze and glanced at his hand and arm.
Her clothes were seriously wet. She was in a hurry to go out to buy medicine, thinking that she wouldn't get caught in the rain while driving, so she didn't bring an umbrella.
After leaving home, I drove to many places. After I parked the car, I went to the hospital to inquire. I still got wet for a long time.
Qing Muchen's body was close to hers, and almost instantly, the white bathrobe on his body was soaked by her.
Mo Xier stared at the water stains on his clothes for a long time, her body leaning in his arms was very stiff.
Does he know what she is doing now
Qing Muchen just hugged her without saying anything extra.
The long hug lasted for several minutes before Mo Xier pushed him away.
"Take the medicine first!" She brought the medicine to his lips again, her face slightly uncomfortable.
Qing Muchen slumped back against the bed screen, surprisingly cooperative with her this time.
As soon as she asked, he obediently opened his mouth and swallowed.