The room was still filled with the atmosphere of the two people who had just had a good time, and her clothes were scattered all over the floor.

A torn skirt, a messy coat, like an abandoned coat

Qingmuchen just as if nothing happened, dressed to sit in front of the desk, and continue to start their own work.

There was no expression on his face, no sign of what he had just done.

The clothes on her body are very neat. The button of her shirt is the second from the bottom. The craftsmanship is as good as the wild and rough he just saw by Mo Xi'er. It's just an illusion for her.

Mo Xi'er sat rigidly on the sofa, staring at him quietly for a few seconds, his eyes a little sore.

She doesn't like this kind of qingmuchen, as cold as ice flowing in her blood.

All the emotions, he came directly, but also quickly.

As if, anything for him, can wind through without trace.

However, after thinking about it, what can she expect from qingmuchen?

She doesn't love him, and he doesn't love her. Isn't he the best he and she are?

The vision takes back from him. Mo Xi'er doesn't care much about it. She touches the sofa with her toes and bends down to pick up her clothes on the ground to put them on. However, when she looks at the rags on her skirt, she suddenly gets angry.

How is he going to get her back?

Mo Xi'er is a little annoyed with his behavior and will put on the torn skirt. She deliberately pulls down the waist of the skirt so that the skirt can be lowered to cover her legs. However, the effect is not obvious.

The strength of Qing Mu Chen's hand doesn't know how big, tears her skirt directly to big / leg place.

Mo Xi'er was embarrassed and stood in the same place, suddenly at a loss.

Qing Mu Chen's eyes toward her squint in the past, quietly staring at this kind of she looked at, took his own coat beside, he walked toward her.

Come to her side, coat to her body, turned her face to himself, drooping eyebrows, he focused on helping her button up clothes.

He was much taller than her. He put a batch of clothes on her body and buttoned them. The length was just right to cover the part above Mo Xi'er's knee.

Mo Xi'er's eyes drooped gently, staring at himself quietly for a long time. He was not formal with him, and accepted it calmly.

He tore the clothes. He gave them to her. They should.

"Even!" Walking in front, pulling the two ends of the coat collar, she walked out of the room before him.

Qing Mu Chen slowly follows behind her and leaves the room.

When I came out of the office building, the sky outside didn't know when it began to snow again.

Christmas has passed, the weather in C City this season is close to zero.

After Mo Xi son comes out, because of cold, the head condition reflexively drilled into Qing Mu Chen's broad coat.

Covering most of her face, she walked forward for a while. She seemed to ring something. Suddenly she turned her head and looked at him behind her.

Qingmuchen originally wore less. In such a cold season, when he came to the office building, he also wore a black windbreaker and a thin wool sweater.

As soon as the coat was given to her, she came out with a thin sweater. For the first time, Mo Xi'er found that he also had a thin side.

Looking at him in amazement, she was stunned.

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