Chapter 2909

her face looked very calm, like silk didn't mind. With her back to Qingmu Chen, she calmly pulled down her pajamas and began to cover the found skirt from bottom to top. Her movements are very sharp, and she doesn't seem to have the affectation of an ordinary woman. In fact, Mo Xier just wanted to make a quick decision and end such an embarrassing moment this morning. However, as soon as the skirt was pulled to the chest, Qingmu Chen seemed to come this way. He walked very slowly with the sound of his footsteps. Mo Xier's chest jumped inexplicably. Ignored, turned his back to him and wanted to continue pulling the skirt. As soon as he moved, his hand was suddenly pressed by one hand from the back. Mo Xi'er was stunned. All the blood seemed to flow to his face in a moment. The whole face was so hot that it could roast eggs. Qing Mu Chen glanced in her direction from the corner of his eye. His long legs crossed forward, his body stuck to her from behind, and his fingertips swam slowly over her shoulder like playing music. His hand suddenly wrapped her hand. His palm is not as delicate as a grown-up dandy with a golden spoon. Qing Mu Chen's palm was very thin, but it was unspeakably strong. It was like Ying holding infinite power. It was just wrapped by him, which made Mo Xi'er feel secure. His hands, like every part of his body, exude a strong smell of male hormones. The palm has a thin cocoon. When brushing the skin, it brings a slight numbness, like an electric current, cool and itchy. Mo Xier doesn't hate this feeling. He seemed to be very close to her. Mo Xier felt his breath. She could feel that the distance between the two people seemed to be becoming negative“ When I came back last night, you fell asleep. " The thin lips moved slightly, and the Qing Mu Chen behind him opened his mouth first“ I was a little sleepy last night. I fell asleep while painting. " Mo Xi'er strongly restrained his heart beating and made his tone sound as calm as possible“ It doesn't matter. " Qingmu Chen's face leaned towards her face. Mo Xi'er instinctively wanted to turn his head and hide. However, he seemed to expect her impulse. Her head had just begun to move, but he pressed it with one hand. Mo Xi'er was helpless and stiff, waiting for his next words. She could feel Qingmu Chen's words. She never thought he was a talkative person. If he didn't mention it suddenly, he didn't have to say it. Sure enough, Qing Mu Chen's next sentence confirmed her guess. Thin lips lean towards her ears, and he spits out another sentence in a low voice, "it doesn't matter. It fell last night. Now we can make it up!" Boom! Something hummed and exploded in Mo Xi'er's head. Qingmu Chen didn't seem to want to give her reaction time. An arm hooked her waist and leaned against the wardrobe wall behind her. He leaned over, bit the collar of her skirt with his teeth, pulled off her clothes, and his body directly pressed on him - his action was very direct, without any omen or reminder, which was a violent invasion. Mo Xi'er was very dead by him, and there was no room for struggle at all. Frowning, her hand pinched his shoulder to death. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.