The long night passed quietly, Mu Qingqing felt thirsty in the middle of the night, and when he woke up, he saw a figure lying on the head of the bed.

The dim yellow lamp hit the man's face, and Mu Qingqing was stunned.

I looked down and found that my hand was being held by a man, and a warm current passed through my heart.

Even if she didn't confess, Mu Shaobei's doting on her was really unlimited.

All her requests, as long as he can do it, will not refuse her.

The room was so quiet that the man's even breathing could be heard, and Mu Qingqing was lying on his side, staring at the man's sleeping appearance for a moment.

She ghostly leaned her face closer, pursed her small mouth and touched it lightly on Mu Shaobei's forehead.

At that moment, Mu Qingqing felt that there was a deer in his heart.

Afraid that Mu Shaobei would find out, she lay down quietly.

His lips were pursed, and a smile spread across his eyes.

Suddenly, she felt no thirst anymore, and closed her eyes again with a faint feeling of happiness.

As soon as Mu Qingqing fell asleep, Mu Shaobei opened his eyes.

It can be said that from the moment Mu Qing woke up and moved, he woke up.

also knew what Mu Qingqing had done to him just now.

Mu Shaobei chose to pretend to sleep.

The relationship between the two can only be brother and sister, and the windows on that floor must not be pierced.

He didn't want to have an identity other than brother and sister with Mu Qingqing.

He didn't want to, couldn't, and didn't want to.

Quietly withdrew his hand from Mu Qingqing's palm, leaned over her head and stroked it, and left as he turned around and took a step.

Back in the room, Mu Shaobei rinsed briefly, wrapped in a loose bath towel and did not lie down, but walked to the study, took out a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet, and poured himself a glass.

The slender bones held the goblet lightly, and stood on the balcony looking at the dark night.

Tonight's starry sky is shrouded in dark clouds, as if there is always a haze in his heart that cannot be removed.

The wine wet Mu Shaobei's thin lips.

The man was obviously just drinking, and there seemed to be a sour and sad atmosphere in the air.

The inky black pupils seemed to hide a bottomless abyss, and no one could read his eyes.

He seems to have been born for the dark.

I am also accustomed to blending myself with the night.

After drinking a glass of wine, a cold smile broke into the corner of his mouth.

"Boom-"

Suddenly, there was a burst of thunder and lightning, and white lightning instantly illuminated everything around them.

I clearly saw the grim light in Mu Shaobei's eyes.

After the lightning and thunder, there was a violent storm.

As if remembering something, he casually threw out his glass, turned around and walked briskly out of the study, heading downstairs.

Sure enough, Mu Qingqing's room lit up.

When he entered, there was nothing on the bed except for the messy quilt.

He walked quickly to his bedroom, the door was ajar, and it was obvious that someone had entered.

Pushing open the door, he saw that there seemed to be a person in the quilt on the bed, and the slight tremor of the futon made his pupils constrict, and he stepped closer.

Mu Qingqing heard the footsteps, suddenly lifted the quilt, and the moment she saw Mu Shaobei, she got up with red eyes and messy hair, and rushed directly to the man with her bare feet, her slender hands wrapped around the man's waist, with a thick nasal voice and choked voice, "Brother, where have you been, why aren't you in the room, it just thundered......"

Mu Shaobei heard Mu Qingqing's sobbing tone, his heart throbbed faintly, and patted the woman's back, "It's okay, I'll accompany you." ”

Mu Qingqing tilted his head, his eyes were red.

Mu Shaobei raised his hand, and his rough fingertips wiped the tears from the corners of the woman's eyes.