Her style is not like that of many women who want to refuse but still welcome, or they are clearly aware of their inner thoughts, but they look around and refuse to face it.
Mo Xier's style is to face things calmly that have become reality!
Whether it was his initiative to go back and accept this marriage, or his feelings for Qing Muchen.
Qing Muchen saw her difference clearly. She was not stupid and could see clearly from beginning to end.
He would make the most impossible changes for her, he would be nervous because of her simple look, he would be worried that she would search all over Sicily at night, and he would take great pains to arrange so many surprises for her.
Mo Xier also knew very clearly what he wanted in his heart.
She is still young, and so is he. She does not want to regard marriage as a battlefield, and must take precautions step by step.
If you like it, stay together, if you don't like it, let's live separately. Her thoughts are that simple.
She has already taken one step forward in this marriage, and it is actually not bad for her to take more steps forward.
Biting his lips and sucking gently, her tongue pried open his lips and teeth.
Qing Muchen's back was obviously shaken, as if he didn't expect her to make such a sudden move.
The handsome face turned slightly, and he stared at her profile for a long time, and the corners of his lips slightly upwards.
Mo Xier was still kissing him, holding his head. The kiss seemed a little awkward because he was standing on tiptoes, but he was extremely focused.
The long and dense eyelashes brushed past the tip of Qing Muchen's eyes like small feather fans, bringing a slight electric current, which was warm, tingling and numb.
She seemed to dislike the current posture of the two of them. They were kissing each other, and then suddenly turned around and pressed against him.
A very domineering move, just like the wedding night of two people.
Qing Muchen now recalls every word she said that night, and still feels unfinished.
She suppressed him under her body and said arrogantly that if he didn't do it, she would do it for her. She seemed to take the initiative, but her face couldn't help but turn red every time she said a word.
As he fell into memories, the smile on Qing Muchen's lips and eyebrows deepened.
Mo Xi'er seemed a little dissatisfied with his indifference, kissing him, and suddenly bit him hard.
Then, holding his face with both hands, she deliberately scratched his lips with her teeth, imitating the way he used to torment her.
Her strength was merciless. Whatever Qing Muchen had done to her in the past, she returned it to him in the same way.
"Baby, do you like something with a stronger taste?" Qing Muchen was extra generous tonight, his long arms wrapped around her waist, and he brought her into his arms.
Mo Xi'er focused on his lips. Looking at his lips that were almost broken by her own efforts, she suddenly stretched out her white and slender index finger and gently caressed his lips.
Slowly, she traced the line of his lips in a circle, her fingertips landed on the center of his lips, and her strength suddenly increased.
She tapped his lips hard, gently pushed a small strand of hair on her neck behind her ears, raised her delicate face, and stared at him with a beautiful smile. She suddenly He suddenly said, "It's okay if you want me to agree to Gang's request, but you also have to agree to a condition."
"Say!" Qing Muchen was in a very good mood tonight. At this time, even if she asked for stars in the sky, he would try his best to get them to her!
Mo Xi'er raised her beautiful chin up and uttered one word at a time, "From today on, you can only be mine!"