In the darkness, Qing Muchen's eyes were bright.
Holding her small chin with his fingertips, his cold voice was as hot as a flame in the night, "I don't want to say anything, I just want to remind you of your status as a wife!"
His big hand held her face and slowly moved closer to him. The strength of his fingertips was very strong, unruly, domineering, and irresistible.
Pulling Mo Xier's face towards him, he aimed his lips at hers and kissed her.
The tip of his tongue flicked along the line of her lips like a feather, and he suddenly nibbled her hard.
Mo Xi'er seemed to be in obvious pain, and she frowned.
"Asshole!" She struggled to push him away. As soon as she raised her arms, he pressed her and folded them behind her. He easily restrained her hands and kissed her again with his lips.
Without any warning, he gnawed and bit hard, as if he was trying to engrave his mark on her body, her soul.
His roughness was better demonstrated tonight.
Mo Xier didn't like him like this very much. With her usual personality, when she didn't want to, she would resist him to the end even if she tried her best.
However, Mo Xi'er didn't know why today, but Qing Muchen's eyes kept flashing back over and over again in his head.
Mo Xi'er didn't know what was wrong with him. It was as if he had been poisoned. He thought about it over and over again, and lost his mind again and again.
The man who was pressing her was doing whatever he wanted on her body. Mo Xier's lips were so painful that they seemed to be about to break.
Pain on the lips, pain on the body, pain everywhere in the limbs...
A long night…
Mo Xi'er didn't know how tonight went by. Even after falling asleep, every scene of him and her tonight was still circulating in her head over and over again.
When she woke up the next day, she was extremely tired, even more tired than after running a marathon of tens of thousands of meters.
The pillow beside him had lost its temperature, and Qing Muchen had obviously gotten up.
Mo Xi'er turned her head and stared at the room, listening carefully to the movement in the room. When she didn't hear his voice, she breathed a sigh of relief.
When he changed his clothes and went downstairs, Qing Muchen sat in the living room and had lunch.
Mo Xier glanced in his direction, their eyes collided, and her body trembled unconsciously.
This was the first time she was scared when she saw him.
This is the first time for people from the Mo family to be afraid in front of others.
She wasn't afraid of him in any way, but she was really afraid of him being so rough last night.
Her reaction was very slight, but Qing Muchen caught it keenly.
He seemed to find this phenomenon a bit ridiculous, and the corners of his lips raised mockingly.
The two of them were still several meters apart, but Mo Xi'er could clearly feel the deep contempt in him.
She snorted softly, calmed down her face, and covered up her embarrassment. She straightened her back and walked towards him as if nothing happened last night.
"Mom and dad aren't ready to come back today?"
She asked casually as she came to sit down at the dining table in front of him.
"Yeah." Qing Muchen seemed unwilling to talk to her more and answered simply.
Mo Xier's hand that was mixing the sauce froze.
"You've been out for two days and you still haven't come back?"
Qing Muchen lowered his eyes and ate his meal, ignoring her words.
Mo Xi'er didn't expect how kind his attitude would be to her, and she wasn't surprised at all by his indifference.