Chapter 2973 It Doesn't Matter, I Don't Dislike You

Just a few times, strong and real.

Mo Xier was stunned for a few seconds, and then realized what that meant. Something seemed to explode in her head.

Qing Muchen was still holding her and walking. His steps were very slow. It was not known whether he was walking unsmoothly or deliberately.

The place where the two were was not far from the villa at all, only a few hundred meters away.

However, such a short distance seemed to be thousands or tens of thousands of meters away, as if it would never end.

There was no expression on his face, and his arms held her tightly.

The hard leather shoes stepped on the snowy ground, rubbing against the snowflakes and making a tiny sound. The whole world seemed to be left with only his footsteps.

Mo Xier hugged him stiffly, her eyes fixed on his face, and her face was slightly red for some reason.

It was a long way.

Neither of them spoke, and Qing Muchen focused on walking his own way.

His arms seemed to be full of strength, and he didn't feel soft when holding her.

He held her very steady, and Mo Xier never fell because of his mistakes.

Just letting him hold her, Mo Xier felt more at ease than ever before.

She didn't know where this peace of mind came from.

But she found it repeatedly in this man.

A husband who married her without any familiarity, a husband she always wondered when this marriage would end!

He was such a man, but he made her feel at ease!

As if he noticed her gaze, Qing Muchen, who was originally looking forward, suddenly lowered his eyes and looked at her.

Their eyes met, and as he watched her staring at him in a trance, his eyes softened like spring breeze and drizzle.

Mo Xier was still staring at him.

His thin lips were slightly pursed, and his face was still expressionless, aloof, cold, and he always looked like he didn't care about anything in the world.

However, I don't know if it was my illusion, but Mo Xier actually saw a bit of tenderness in his eyes that was completely inconsistent with his aura.

Mo Xier's chest beat again, and her already red face began to heat up unconsciously.

Qing Muchen did not miss her subtle reaction, and his eyes carefully scanned her face, and the corners of his lips twitched slightly.

He seemed to be smiling, and it was obvious that he was in a good mood.

Mo Xier was a little embarrassed, and she uncomfortably touched a small strand of long hair behind her ear, letting the hair that had been tucked in fall out, covering her hot cheeks.

"Hurry back!" As if nothing had happened, she reminded lightly, "I'm heavy, and my hands are sore from holding you."

She weighed more than ninety.

Considering her height, she was not heavy at all.

She said this self-deprecating remark very smoothly.

With Qing Muchen's sharp tongue, she thought he would reply, "You know?"

However, what she never expected was that Qing Muchen actually replied, "It's okay, I don't mind!"

He responded naturally, and his tone did not seem to be the usual joking tone.

Mo Xier's expression froze slightly, and she turned stiffly to face him. She was stunned for a moment.

Qing Muchen stared at her with his eyebrows raised. When his eyes met hers, his eyes were very clear, so clear that she could see through them.

Mo Xier was stared at by him like this, and she was distracted again.