Chapter 2909: A Short Separation Is Better Than a New Reunion (6)

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

With her back to Qing Muchen, she calmly pulled down her pajamas and began to put on the skirt she had found from the bottom up.

Her movements were very neat, and she didn't seem to be the most pretentious of ordinary women.

Mo Xier actually just wanted to make a quick decision and end such an embarrassing moment this morning.

However, just as the skirt was pulled to her chest, Qing Muchen seemed to be walking towards her.

His footsteps were very slow.

Mo Xier's chest was beating inexplicably.

Ignoring him, she wanted to continue pulling the skirt with her back to him, but just as she moved, her hand was suddenly pressed down by a hand from behind.

Mo Xier was startled, and all the blood seemed to rush to her face in an instant, and her whole face was so hot that it could roast eggs.

Qing Muchen glanced in her direction from the corner of his eyes, took a step forward with his long legs, pressed his body against her from behind, and his fingertips slowly moved across her shoulders like playing a piece of music, and his hand suddenly wrapped around her hand.

His palm was not as delicate as that of a playboy who grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth.

Qing Muchen's palm was very thin, but indescribably strong, as if it held infinite power. Just being wrapped by him like this made Mo Xier feel at ease.

His hands, like every part of his body, exuded a strong smell of male hormones.

There were some thin calluses on his palms, and when they brushed against her skin, they brought a slight numbness, like an electric current passing through, cool and itchy. Mo Xier didn't hate this feeling.

He seemed to be very close to her, and Mo Xier felt his gushing breath. She could feel that the distance between the two people seemed to be about to become negative.

"You fell asleep when I came back last night." Qing Muchen behind him spoke first, his thin lips slightly lifted.

"I was a little sleepy last night, and I fell asleep while painting." Mo Xier suppressed the pounding heartbeat in her chest and made her voice sound as calm as possible.

"It's okay." Qing Muchen's face leaned towards hers.

Mo Xier instinctively wanted to turn her head to avoid it, but he seemed to have anticipated her impulse.

Her head just started to move, but he pressed it down with one hand.

Mo Xier was helpless, and her body was stiff waiting for his next words.

She could feel that Qing Muchen had something to say.

She never thought he was a good talker.

If he didn't want to care about it, he wouldn't have needed to say it if he suddenly brought up this matter.

Sure enough, Qing Muchen's next sentence confirmed her guess.

His thin lips leaned towards her ear, and he uttered another sentence in a low voice, "It's okay, we can make up for what we missed last night!"

Boom!

Something in Mo Xier's head buzzed.

Qing Muchen didn't seem to want to give her time to react. He hooked his arm around her waist and pushed her against the closet wall behind him.

He leaned over, bit the collar of her skirt with his teeth, and tore off her clothes. He pressed his body directly on her.

His action was very direct. There was no sign or warning. It was a violent invasion.

Mo Xier was pressed so hard by him that she had no room to struggle.

With a frown on her face, she dug her hands into his shoulders tightly.