Qing Muchen didn't seem to expect that she would suddenly say these words, and was stunned. His eyes were like a beam of fire suddenly lit up in a dark and boundless world, first a small one, and then gradually engulfed the prairie fire.
"Isn't it always the case?" His thin lips moved upward slightly, his big hands clasped her head, pressing her towards him, and his lips kissed hers.
She had taken the initiative all night tonight, and now it was his turn!
His kiss was different from Mo Xi'er's. One was like the spring breeze blowing through the stamens of a flower, and the other was like a storm falling, wild, intense, and deep.
His hands pressed her hard, pushed her, and squeezed her into his arms, so hard that he seemed to crush her.
Mo Xi'er was sore from being rubbed by him, but without saying a word, she raised her feet to shorten the distance between herself and him. She followed his example and kissed him back.
The two had been married for such a long time, and Mo Xier had almost never revealed her passion in front of him.
This is her first time.
The true meaning is from body to mind.
The kiss between the two people was like the collision of two sparks. They touched each other and then suddenly broke out.
The two hugged each other, rubbed each other, and kissed passionately.
On a cold winter night, the room the two of them were in seemed to be lit with thousands of sparks, and the temperature seemed to be swelling.
The dim light lengthened the figures of the two people, forcing them to intertwine and entangle their figures, as if they could no longer be separated.
When the long kiss ended, Mo Xier's face was flushed, and the blush in her fair and transparent skin was so thick that it seemed like it was about to burst out.
Qing Muchen took some time to look at her appearance, and suddenly laughed out loud.
His laughter was not teasing her, but a joyful laugh. It was the joy of two hearts rejoicing, the joy that the woman he loved also happened to love him, and the satisfaction from the bottom of his heart.
Hahahaha, unbridled and hearty.
The voice is particularly infectious.
A low and deep voice sounded between the two of them, echoing in the huge room and not dissipating for a long time.
Like a young boy who successfully confessed his love for the first time, the joy from deep inside infected Mo Xier. Mo Xier stared at him in trance, and gently leaned her head into his arms, touching her fingertips. After playing with the foot wrapped around his clothes, she suddenly asked, "When did you start to change?"
She was referring to when Qing Muchen started to change his mind about herself.
She, like all other women, was curious about this kind of question.
She thought it was because he was sick and she ran around for him that night, or because she had been so obedient recently.
However, Qing Muchen's answer shocked her on the spot.
"It's never changed!" Qing Muchen smiled lowly and looked at her very deeply.
The expression on Mo Xi'er's face dropped slightly, but before she could recover, Qing Muchen suddenly said, "I've always liked it!"
boom!
Something buzzed in Mo Xi'er's head, and after he came back to his senses, his eyes suddenly glowed with thousands of stars.
Her red lips lifted up little by little, and her arms hugged him tightly.
Mo Xier's subconscious did not go through any process of discerning what Qing Muchen said. She believed whatever he said.
He wasn't a sweet talker, and he didn't look like he could talk about love. Even when he asked her about her feelings, he was so vague.
She knew how much the honesty of a man like him was worth cherishing!