"Fate has not come yet, and you can't ask for it. You really can't be in a hurry!"
She said it clearly, as if it was really the case.
Mo Xi'er had never believed in fate in the past, but he acted as if he believed in it, and what he said almost made Qing Muchen believe it.
Chirping slightly, he suddenly felt that she was a little ridiculous at this time.
His eyes were obviously confused, but he pretended to be calm and pretended that he couldn't tell
Mo Xi'er didn't pay attention to his expression, racking her brains and still trying to convince him, "Just like marriage, doesn't it also depend on fate? Without fate, even if you get married, you may not always go on in the end!"
When she was convincing him about the child, she also did not forget to instill her own views on marriage into him.
From Mo Xier's point of view, even if she and Qing Muchen get married, they may not be able to make it to the end.
Qing Muchen listened to her words quietly, his eyes twitching slightly.
He rubbed his temples with his fingertips, his face slowly raised, and he said a long "oh".
"Really?" These two words were very contemptuous. Obviously, he didn't believe a single word of what she said.
He held her face in his direction with his long fingers, and he uttered one sentence at a time, "But, I only believe that man can conquer nature!"
The loud words, like a small bomb, exploded in Mo Xier's mind again.
Mo Xi'er's face, which was colorful just a second ago, froze almost instantly.
She didn't seem to expect that the wording she had racked her brains to find would be countered by his understatement.
He fought back so hard that he didn't even give her any room to reply again.
Qing Muchen glanced at her lightly, and slowly kissed hers with his lips again.
His kiss was very gentle, as gentle as the gentle brushing of flower petals.
After being accustomed to his roughness for so many days, the appearance of such tenderness in him was as hazy as a fantasy to Mo Xi'er.
The aroma of red wine still lingered in his mouth, and the mellow breath stimulated Mo Xi'er's senses, making Mo Xi'er feel drowsy.
If the two of them just did this kind of thing normally, Mo Xier would not reject him.
However, this time it was different, he had an obvious purpose.
When Mo Xi'er was so dazed by his kiss that she almost fell in, thinking about his intentions, she suddenly woke up as if someone had poured cold water on her.
"Qing Muchen, you can't do this! Even if it's normal to consider having children after getting married, you can't force me to have one!"
With his arms stretched between the two of them, Mo Xier raised his face and defended himself confidently.
The belly grows on her body, and she is free to have children or not. If she is not given even this freedom, what else can she expect from him
She roared loudly and her tone was full of resistance.
Every word penetrated Qing Muchen's eardrums as if they were alive, beating his heart. Each word, word by word, kept echoing in his chest.
Qing Muchen was stunned for a few seconds and stared at her for a long time. He patted her cheek and suddenly said, "I'm kidding you! I really took it seriously! Stupid!"
His words were like the wind blowing gently, so faint that no trace of the previous words could be found.
He always hurt her without mercy.
Mo Xier has never been called stupid by anyone since he was a child, and he is the first one.
The expression on Mo Xi'er's face softened slightly, but she did not argue with him about this issue.
She looked at him, trying to discern how much of what he said was true and how false.