"What's more important than spending time with your wife?" Qing Muchen looked in her direction, stood up, walked towards her slowly, sat down on the bed next to her, and gave her the unfinished wine in his hand. in front of the lips.
Mo Xi'er's heart skipped a few beats when he came closer, and almost reflexively, she shrank back.
With her back pressed against the cold bed screen, she probably realized how timid she was. She calmed down, slowly raised her face, and straightened her hair as if nothing had happened.
"I don't need anyone to accompany me. If you are busy, don't worry about me." Her eyes turned to the wine he brought. She just looked at it but did not drink it.
"What do you say? Isn't marriage just about companionship?" Qing Muchen withdrew the wine glass and put a sip of wine into his mouth.
He turned his eyes to her bright red lips after she just woke up from sleep, and looked at them quietly, his eyes passing through a hint of darkness.
His long arm hooked her neck, and under Mo Xi'er's stunned gaze, he suddenly made a move that shocked her.
Pressing her face closer to him, his cold lips pressed against hers, and the tip of his tongue opened her teeth, he suddenly forced the wine in his mouth into her mouth.
His movements seemed gentle, but the hand around her neck was very overbearing, leaving her no room to struggle.
"Cough cough..." Mo Xi'er was caught off guard and was given a large gulp of wine. Her throat was so painful that she almost choked to tears, "Cough... cough cough..."
Qing Muchen looked at her flushed face calmly, hugged her into his arms, placed his big hand on her back, and patted her back gently.
"Why are you so careless?"
His voice dragged out for a long time, as if he had forgotten that he was the culprit, and instead he blamed her.
Mo Xier was so angry that he wanted to kill him with a knife.
She raised her face and shouted angrily, "That's enough for you!"
"I haven't started doing anything yet!" Ignoring her angry face, he replied to her indifferently.
All the expressions on Mo Xi'er's face suddenly froze.
Just looking at him, her eyes met his, watching every fluctuation in his eyes, she secretly recalled all his abnormal actions today.
Staring at her belly, sitting next to her waiting for her to wake up, drinking red wine...
Mo Xi'er was stunned for a while, then her body suddenly shook slightly, and her face turned pale.
Qing Muchen didn't miss every subtle expression in her eyes, and the corners of his lips curled up coldly.
His eyes were fixed on her red lips with lingering wine drops, and he held her head with his big hands, pressing her face towards him, and his lips suddenly kissed hers.
Biting her lips, he lightly sucked and kissed her for a while. He pinched her small chin with his slender hands and suddenly said, "We have been married for so long. Regarding the issue of children, should we... Have you considered it?"
boom!
Something buzzed in Mo Xi'er's head.
really!
This is what he planned!
"Qing Muchen, listen to me!" An arm was placed on his chest, and her head got out of his arms to put some distance between herself and him.
Mo Xier was bombarded by him so much that her head was completely empty for a few seconds. However, her brain worked very well and she recovered quickly.
After a quick turn, she began to think of words to convince him, "Every child is a gift from God. This kind of thing depends on fate. When fate comes, it will happen naturally."