Qing Mu Chen is slightly stunned and stops. Turning his head sideways, he looked slightly sideways at her, waiting for her next words. Mo Xi'er stood under the stairs, raised his face, stared at him quietly, his lips moved and asked directly, "why do you have to prepare so much this time?" Qingmu Chen's dark ink pupil flickered slightly under the light. His eyes swept slowly along her face. He stared at her quietly for a while. His thin lips moved slightly and didn't answer her question. He asked faintly, "what do you think is the reason?" Mo Xier was stunned by his question. When did she guess what he thought? Qingmu Chen successfully asked her silently. Qingmu Chen stood on the stairs and looked down at her. Through the dazzling light, he could capture every expression on her face very carefully. The expression on Mo Xi'er's face was a little stunned. This was the only time he had seen this expression on her face since he knew her. Qingmu Chen stared at her quietly for a long time, and her eyes looked a little. The two men looked at each other so quietly. Qing Muchen took back his sight, turned his head and continued to walk on his own. Mo Xier turned her head and quietly stared at the table covered with roses not far away. Her eyes were a little distracted. Qing Muchen didn't even want to guess the reason why she did this tonight. Mo Xier doesn't want to be amorous. The location of Qing's villa is particularly beautiful, in a manor. The backyard is a large area of fruit trees, and the front yard is a fountain, stream and garden. It has snowed in C city these two days. Moxi'er has been here for the first time in such a long time. When I woke up the next day, it snowed harder. The whole manor is covered with snow. Light snowflakes fall everywhere. When you look out, the ground and branches are covered with silver. When Mo Xier came, his clothes were a little thin. When he woke up, he was frozen before he got out of bed. When he turned his head, the man around him unexpectedly was still sleeping. The dense and long eyelashes covered the deep eyes. Qing Muchen was not aggressive when he fell asleep. His face curve was soft, and his lips formed a natural arc. He was slightly pursed. His appearance when he fell asleep made Mo Xier feel very good-looking. Mo Xi'er didn't know whether it was his face or his soft expression, but he didn't move away for a long time after his eyes fell on his face. The snow outside the window is still rustling, the snow falls silently, and the world is quiet. Qingmuchen is probably a creature born to be afraid of cold. The quilt prepared for the bedroom is so thin that moxier's body is still shaking even if he lies in the quilt. Moxier grew up in Sicily. Although Sicily is Europe, it rarely snows. She is not used to the cold weather. The cold air floated in from the window. Mo Xi'er was afraid of the cold, and his body trembled slightly. From the corner of his eyes, he glanced at Qing Mu Chen behind him. Qingmu Chen's eyes were closed, and his breathing sound was very uniform. There seemed to be no sign of waking up. Mo Xi'er stared at him quietly for a while and tentatively put his hand on his chest. Qingmu Chen's chest is very hot. In such a cold winter morning, it is still hot like a soldering iron. Mo Xi'er couldn't stand the cold hands and feet, and didn't think much for a moment. Seeing that he didn't wake up, her body drilled into his arms like a small animal. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.