she just looked at him like this, no struggle, no resistance, no rejection. Qingmu Chen suddenly enjoyed his present state. She didn't quarrel or make any noise. She didn't let him hug her. She just hugged her. They just snuggled up to each other. Even if they didn't do anything, he would feel that this short moment was unexpectedly beautiful. It seems that two people are normal couples. Like ordinary couples, they are doing the intimacy that couples should have. Qingmu Chen didn't know why he had such an idea, and even had the idea of hoping to go on like this at this moment. This is mo Xi'er's magic. When he meets her, he doesn't even have his own thoughts... Mo Xi'er should just feel something wrong after falling asleep and wake up again. Now she doesn't even have consciousness. Just stared at him vaguely for a while. Then on one side of his head, his face was buried in Qingmu Chen's arms and continued to sleep. She fell asleep quickly, and the sound of breathing soon rang faintly. Shallow and uniform. Qingmu Chen was helpless to her. He hugged her in such a posture for a while and wanted to continue. However, he felt the softness of his stomach and abdomen pasted by her face. His chest seemed to be gently scratched by something, warm and itchy. He was so generous that he let her go. He didn't push her away. After driving for so long, he was dusty and rushed back. He didn't change his clothes or take a bath. He lay down with her in his arms. He went to sleep like this. The reason is that Qingmu Chen is unwilling to admit it, just because he doesn't want to interrupt this moment. Before Qingmu Chen came back today, he had actually touched the bed for two consecutive nights, and his clothes had been worn for two days. It also smells like oil smoke. I feel sick when I smell it. It was such an awkward night in my life that I gave it to Mo Xi'er. Mo Xi'er didn't know anything and still slept deeply. When he woke up the next day, Qingmu Chen had got up. The collapse marks of his sleep were still left by the pillow, and even his breath was still there. Mo Xi'er's head is dizzy. Everything last night has actually been regarded as a dream. But when I saw this, I suddenly woke up. He's back! Her face was stiff and raised, and her eyes wandered around the room. Qingmu Chen is not there. Is this... Back and gone? Mo Xier was confused. But what does it matter to her? Wouldn't it be better if he left? I didn't take it to heart. I got out of bed, searched for a dress from the wardrobe, stood in front of the wardrobe and wanted to change it directly. As soon as the nightdress was pulled off, the door of the bathroom suddenly opened. Qingmu Chen walked out of the room, looked at her slowly. His eyes were full of extreme laziness. He looked at her so naked that he didn't mean to avoid it. Mo Xi'er didn't expect that he was still at home. When he looked at him like this, his face seemed to be on fire and roared red. With her hands holding the position of pulling her pajamas, she stood there, her head roaring and empty. Qing Muchen didn't expect to see such a scene early in the morning. He leaned against the door and looked at her quietly. His eyes gently converged. Mo Xier's face was red and white, and his face was very embarrassed. After several breaths, pretending that nothing had happened, she continued to take off her clothes. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.