Moxier grew up in Sicily. She attaches importance to marriage, but her ideas are relatively open than many domestic girls. In her opinion, marriage and divorce are normal. Marriage is two suitable people together, and she and he are not suitable. Qingmu Chen is not her type. She doesn't like all domineering people. Qing Mu Chen's eyes are very familiar. The dark ink pupil is like a boundless and deep pool of water, dark and dark. It seems that it also brings endless cold. The remaining light in the corner of Mo Xi'er's eye just glanced at him faintly. He took back his sight, turned his head, and his fingertips fell on a blooming Xiwu flower nearby. Xiwu flower, the color is very beautiful, rare purple, mysterious, hazy and warm. Mo Xier gently stroked one of the petals with her beautiful fingertips. She took off a bunch and turned to the room. Completely ignoring the existence of Qingmu Chen, she found a vase and inserted the flowers. She carefully trimmed it and turned to bed. Qingmu Chen stood in the room with his back to her. He didn't know what he was thinking. After her words, he didn't speak. Mo Xi'er fell asleep to him, but he didn't feel sleepy after closing his eyes. She was watching his actions. Mo Xi'er was afraid that he would wake her up when he went to bed again. Although she came to Sicily to visit her parents nominally, her family arranged her and him in a villa alone. Their few days here were actually no different from their honeymoon. Mo Xi'er doesn't believe that Qing Mu Chen is such a regular man. She hasn't observed it for so many days since they met. In moxi'er's opinion, Qingmu Chen, like all normal men, belongs to his own welfare and won't miss it! He won't put the meat on his lips! She didn't know Qingmu Chen for a long time, but she knew him very well. In fact, Qingmu Chen is really such a person! If they spend more time together, she will understand this more clearly. Qingmu Chen stood in front of the balcony door with her back to her. Her back was very straight, but there was still no movement. Mo Xi'er observed him for a long time, but he didn't see him go to bed. He fell asleep first. It was really late at this time. She was sleepy and slept heavily. Mo Xier had many dreams tonight. In the dream, Mo Ye appeared inexplicably. When she was a child with Mo Ye. Mo Ye is a child adopted by his father. Although all he does is help him manage things in the organization, in everyone's eyes, Mo Ye is no different from his father's adopted son. Mo Xi'er grew up with Mo ye in his childhood. When he was a child, Mo Xi'er almost went everywhere, accompanied by Mo Ye. Mo Ye is like Mo Xi'er's bodyguard, but for Mo Xi'er, he is his family, a relative who occupies every stage of her life. In her dream, she dreamed of being lost in a wilderness in Sicily when she was a child. At that time, the first person in the family was mo Ye. At that time, he, who was only four years older than her, walked down the mountain with her on his back in the dark night. They walked from dark to dawn the next day. On the way, they didn't know how many times they fell together. They fell down the hillside, deep ditch and stream. When they returned to the Mohist family, MOH Xi'er clearly saw that the clothes on MOH ye were red with blood. At that time, Mo Ye was only nine years old. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.