Chapter 2909

Her face looked calm, as if she didn't mind.

With her back to qingmuchen, she calmly pulls down her pajamas and starts to cover her skirt from bottom to top.

Her movements are very sharp, it seems that there is no ordinary woman's affectation.

In fact, Mo Xi'er just wants to make a quick decision and end such an embarrassing moment this morning.

However, the skirt just pulled to the chest, Qing Mu Chen seemed to walk toward this side.

His footstep sound, utter utter utter utter utter utter utter utter utter utter utter utter utter utter utter utter utter utter utter utter utter utter utter utter utter utter utter utter utter utter, walk extremely slow.

Mo Xi'er's chest jumped out of nowhere.

Ignore, back to him, want to continue to pull the skirt, just have action, hand was suddenly pressed by a hand from behind.

Mo Xi'er was stunned. All the blood seemed to rush to his face in an instant. The whole face was so hot that he could cook eggs.

Qingmuchen looked at her from the corner of his eye. His long legs stepped forward, his body stuck to her from the back, and his fingertips played music on her shoulders. His hand suddenly wrapped her hand.

His palm is not as delicate as a dandy who grows up with a golden spoon.

Qingmuchen's palm is very thin, but it's hard to say. It's like Ying holding infinite power. Just wrapped by him, it makes Mo Xi'er feel secure.

His hands and every part of his body are the same, where they emit a strong smell of male hormones.

The palm with a little thin cocoon, brush the skin, bring a slight numbness, like the current across, cool, itchy, such a feeling, Mo Xi'er does not hate.

He seemed to be very close to her. Mo Xi'er felt his breath. She could feel that the distance between them seemed to be becoming negative.

"You fell asleep when I came back last night." Thin lips slightly lift, behind of Qing Mu Chen, light first open mouth.

"I was a little sleepy last night. I fell asleep while I was painting." Mo Xi'er tried to keep his heart beating and let his voice sound as calm as possible.

"It doesn't matter." The face of Qing Mu Chen leaned toward her face.

Mo Xi'er instinctively wants to turn his head to hide, however, he seems to expect her impulse.

Her head was just beginning to move, but he pressed her with one hand.

Mo Xi'er has no choice but to freeze and wait for his next words.

She could feel something in qingmuchen's words.

She never thought he was a talkative person.

He didn't have to mention it all of a sudden if it wasn't for the sake of care.

Sure enough, the next sentence of Qing Mu Chen confirmed her guess.

Thin lip inclines her ear, he low ground vomits out again, "it doesn't matter, fell last night, now we mend good!"

Boom!

There was something buzzing in Mo Xi'er's head.

Qing Mu Chen doesn't seem to want to give her time to react, an arm hooks her waist, butts against her, and leans against the closet wall behind her.

He leaned down, bit her skirt collar with his teeth, pulled off her clothes, and directly pressed his body up -

his action was very direct, without any omen or warning, just like a storm of aggression.

Mo Xi'er is very dead by him, there is no room for struggle at all.

Wringing her brows, her hand pinched his shoulder to death.

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