Chapter 2970: Drunk in a Pool of Tenderness

Her expression changed very quickly. She had been leisurely before, but after looking at him, she restrained herself in almost a second.

Qing Muchen put down the documents in his hand, stood up, and walked to a leather sofa next to him. He ordered her lightly, "Come here!"

Mo Xier's chest seemed to be knocked by something. She looked at him in a daze, and sat stiffly in her seat, motionless.

"Come here!" Qing Muchen seemed to be patient today and repeated it again.

Mo Xier didn't want to obey his order, but she still stood up slowly after glancing at the door far away from her.

She had seen Qing Muchen's speed.

She knew very well that if she wanted to do something, he would successfully block all her ways before she escaped from this door.

Her steps were very slow, she seemed a little nervous, and her steps were so stiff that Qing Muchen could see it with his direct vision.

She suddenly reminded him of her on the first night of their relationship.

She was also so cautious and nervous that she would be scared by him if she was not careful.

He was used to seeing Mo Xier being aggressive with him, but when he suddenly saw her soft side, Qing Muchen didn't know what happened to him, his heart suddenly softened.

Like spring water slowly rippling, the originally cold heart lake suddenly rippled with tenderness.

"Aren't you working?" Mo Xier tried to divert her attention.

"How can work be more important than you, my wife?" Qing Muchen raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Will it not disturb you?" Mo Xier said again.

"It's okay." These three words were even answered seriously.

Mo Xier had no choice but to continue to bite the bullet and approach him.

When he came to him, Qing Muchen seemed to be a little anxious, pulling her into his arms, pressing her against the sofa behind him, and raising his hand to tear off her skirt.

Mo Xier was not used to his direct approach, and she stopped him in time before he could move, "Will we leave here tonight?"

What she was more concerned about was whether Qing Muchen would stay for convenience tonight.

Whether she could leave the island was directly related to whether she could take protective measures.

When she came to this island, she did not bring any emergency medicine with her, and he should have not prepared any protective measures like her.

Mo Xier was afraid that it would be like last time because he delayed taking the medicine in time.

She thought a lot, but Qing Muchen did not seem to want to tangle with her on this issue.

"It depends on the situation!" He replied to her vaguely, and even before she had much reaction, he broke her hands apart and tore her clothes directly with his hands--

His movements were simple, rough, and direct.

Mo Xier lay stiffly on the sofa, letting him ravage her, her head was dizzy.

This building was Jue Ye's confidential place, and the entire floor belonged to Qing Muchen alone.

Under normal circumstances, no one would come to disturb unless Qing Muchen took the initiative to ask.

In an environment with only him and her, Qing Muchen probably had no worries and had no intention of stopping once he started.

Mo Xier was like a shaky branch, almost broken by him.

She didn't know when the long hours ended.

She rested for a few dozen minutes in a daze, and when she woke up, it was already dark outside.