Chapter 2938 Throwing Oneself Into the Arms (2)

She moved very slowly for fear of waking him up.

She curled up like a cat craving for sunlight, and burrowed into his arms, feeling his body temperature. Her head rubbed against his solid chest.

Seeing that he didn't respond, she stretched her limbs and put her hands on him again.

She didn't expect that Qing Muchen, who usually looked as cold as ice, could be as warm as a stove at this time.

Mo Xier was thin and had little fat on her body. She was afraid of cold since she was a child.

When she was in Sicily, the heating in her room almost never stopped in winter.

Qing Muchen just complemented her.

Since she married him for so long, this was the first time that Mo Xier didn't reject having him around, a man she should call her husband.

This was also the first time that Mo Xier knew that having more people around could have such benefits.

She didn't overly shy away from her behavior. She thought in her heart that Qing Muchen was asleep and didn't know anything anyway.

The two people who were more intimate had done it, so what was this?

She used Qing Muchen as a natural heater. After leaning against his arms, she was so greedy for his warmth that she didn't move away for a long time.

She turned over and over in his arms, and even changed several comfortable positions.

The man beside her was always lying quietly, as if he had been sleeping all the time, and he didn't move from beginning to end.

It was still early at this time, more than seven o'clock. Mo Xier woke up and had nothing to do. She raised her head and looked at Qing Muchen's face above her head. Seeing that he still didn't wake up, Mo Xier just leaned on his arms and decided to sleep for a while.

She closed her eyes, and she really planned to sleep for a short while. However, probably because his arms were too warm, she fell asleep accidentally.

I don't know since when, the man she used to be on guard against all the time, now actually made her feel at ease.

Leaning against Qing Muchen, Mo Xier slept very deeply, and even lost her usual habit of vigilance.

When her breathing sounded evenly, the eyes of the man who had always closed his eyes on the bed suddenly opened.

Qing Muchen's eyes moved down at an extremely slow speed, staring at her sleeping face for a few seconds, and then his eyes shifted to her hand that was inserted into his bathrobe, and their legs intertwined.

Mo Xier's legs were casually placed on his legs, and the hem of her skirt climbed up under her movements, with more than half of her slender legs exposed to the air, without any defense or grudges.

The sleeping posture of the two was no different from that of all normal couples.

Qing Muchen stared at her like this for a long time, and his deep black eyes were like a pool of spring water that softened, rippling with a little bit of ripples.

He was always very alert. In fact, he had woken up since Mo Xier's hand first reached out to him.

He didn't give any reaction, partly because he wanted to see what she wanted to do.

Another reason was that Qing Muchen didn't want to admit it.

He didn't reject all of Mo Xier's actions this morning. On the contrary, he actually enjoyed feeling the warmth of her body softly pressed against him.

Mo Xier threw herself into his arms for the second time.

The first time was when he was asleep and unconscious.

The second time was when he woke up in the morning and was very clear about the meaning of every action he took.

He lowered his eyes and looked at her defenseless sleeping face in his arms, and the corners of his lips raised beautifully.