Chapter 2937 Throwing Oneself Into the Arms

Qing Muchen was slightly startled and stopped.

He turned his head and looked at her slightly, waiting for her next words.

Mo Xier stood at the bottom of the stairs, raised her face, stared at him quietly, moved her lips, and asked directly, "Why do you have to prepare so much this time?"

Qing Muchen's dark eyes flickered slightly under the light.

His eyes slowly swept along her face, he stared at her quietly for a while, his thin lips slightly lifted, without answering her question, he asked lightly, "What do you think is the reason?"

Mo Xier was stunned by his question.

When did she guess his thoughts?

Qing Muchen successfully asked her to silence.

Qing Muchen stood on the stairs, looking down at her, through the dazzling light, he could capture every expression on her face very carefully.

Mo Xier's expression was a little dazed, this was one of the few times he saw this expression on her face since he met her.

Qing Muchen stared at her like this for a long time, his eyes sparkled a little.

The two of them just stared at each other quietly, Qing Muchen retracted his gaze, turned his head and continued walking.

Mo Xier turned her head and stared at the rose-sprinkled dining table not far away, her eyes were a little absent-minded.

She didn't even want to guess why Qing Muchen did this tonight.

Mo Xier didn't want to be sentimental.

The location of the Qing family's villa was very beautiful, in a manor.

There was a large area of ​​fruit trees in the backyard, and a fountain, stream, and garden in the front yard.

It snowed in C City these two days, the first snow Mo Xier had seen here in such a long time.

When she woke up the next day, it was snowing harder.

The whole manor was covered with white snow, and light snowflakes fell everywhere. Looking out, the ground and branches were covered with silver everywhere.

Mo Xier was wearing a little thin clothes when she came, and when she woke up, she was frozen before getting out of bed.

Turning her head, the man next to her was unexpectedly still asleep.

Long eyelashes covered his deep eyes. Qing Muchen didn't look aggressive when he was asleep. His face was soft and his lips were slightly pursed in a natural arc. When he was asleep, Mo Xier thought he looked very good.

Mo Xier didn't know whether it was his face or his soft expression that was beautiful, but she didn't move her eyes away from his face for a long time.

The snow outside the window was still falling. The snow fell silently and the world was quiet.

Qing Muchen was probably born not afraid of the cold. The sheets prepared for the bedroom were very thin, so thin that even when Mo Xier was lying in the quilt, her body was still shivering.

Mo Xier grew up in Sicily. Although Sicily is in Europe, it rarely snows.

She was actually not used to too cold weather.

The cold air drifted in from the window. Mo Xier was afraid of the cold and shivered slightly. She glanced at Qing Muchen behind her with the corner of her eye.

Qing Muchen's eyes were closed, his breathing was even, and there seemed to be no sign of waking up.

Mo Xier stared at him quietly for a while, and tentatively stretched out her hand to put it on his chest.

Qing Muchen's chest was very hot, and on such a cold winter morning, it was still as hot as a branding iron.

Mo Xier couldn't stand the coldness of her hands and feet, so she didn't think much about it for a while.

Seeing that he didn't mean to wake up, she also burrowed into his arms like a little animal.