Mo Xi'er came slowly towards him. His eyes only glanced at him lightly. He turned and walked to the make-up mirror to blow his hair.

Qing Mu Chen's vision follows her figure to move, after the vision twists in her body, seem to be glued, didn't move again.

Mo Xi'er turned his back to him. His back was straight and his face was calm all the time.

However, her hair was rubbing, and the corner of her eyes would unconsciously look in his direction, staring at him quietly.

Qingmuchen's eyes were as hot as a spark about to burn. The soft light fell on his eyes and cast a little light on his dark ink pupil. The bright eyes were like a bunch of burning flames.

The temperature of the room, under his eyes, seemed to be quite hot.

This season's temperature is not high, Mo Xi'er is wearing a long sleeve bathrobe, but when he came out, he was still a little chilly.

However, when he looked at her like this, she seemed to be beside the fire. The skin that qingmuchen was staring at on her back seemed to be believed by the fire, and suddenly became hot.

Shaking her towel hand, she pulled her bathrobe, stood up and turned to the balcony.

She stood on the balcony for a while, and did not turn to enter the room.

Qingmuchen's vision seems to stay on her, even if she doesn't look in his direction, Mo Xi'er still feels it.

Ignore, her eyes turn to the side of a large pansy, slender and beautiful fingertips gently stroking the petals again and again to play.

"Do you know the flower language of Pansy?" The corner of her eye leered at him, and she chatted with him.

Qingmuchen never paid attention to flowers, and he didn't understand the romantic style of literature and art.

In fact, he is not a romantic at all. At least he never did anything romantic to anyone before.

"What?"

Mo Xi'er picked up a flower stem, red lips slightly pulled up, "I guess you don't know!"

The slender fingertips cut off the blooming flowers in the basin, put them in the palm of her hand and looked at them quietly. Her fingers suddenly closed.

She turned her head and looked askance at him. She spat out two words, "bound!"

Qing Mu Chen is slightly stunned.

Mo Xi'er's eyes darkened as she looked at the flowers. Her white fingers loosened, and she spread out her palm and looked at the flowers blooming. She said to herself, "this kind of flower should have been growing freely in nature. Why should it be bound in such a small space on the balcony? They may not be able to blossom and bear fruit if they enter people's original way of life, forcibly change, forcibly intervene, or even use all kinds of walls to restrain them against the laws of nature. "

When she raised her hand, the petals in her hand were falling in the night sky. Looking at the petal rain in the sky, her eyes stagnated, her face turned to qingmuchen, her lips pulled up a touch of ridicule, and she said, "it's like marriage! Don't you think so? "

Her front half paragraph words, Qing Mu Chen originally listen to still calculate earnest.

In the second half, the more you listen, the more outrageous!

Is she mocking him for disrupting her original life, forcibly changing her world, or even forcibly intervening?

Mo Xi'er's eyes are fixed on him. The taunt of his lips is very dazzling in Qing Mu Chen's eyes.

In fact, what she wants to emphasize is that even if they are married, there may not be a result!

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