Yun Xiyue pulled open the corner of the quilt and looked at him, although he was still calm and calm, but his slightly flustered movements leaked everything, she couldn't help but wonder who could make him like this?

In her opinion, Mr. Han Zimo has never had too many mood swings, even if he is angry, he just spins his face slightly, or uses words to go around you, but there don't seem to be many such scenes, plus this is the second time for the magic star, she inexplicably thinks that it has something to do with someone?

Is it a magic star? Who is he?

"What's wrong? Do you want to pay it back? As soon as she asked, she saw Han Zimo's teasing gaze, and suddenly felt that she was a little too talkative.

"Does Xiyue want me to come back or not?" He quickly got dressed, as if he was ready to go out, his dark eyes were full of smiles, "If Xiyue is not at ease, why don't you join me?" ”

Yun Xiyue pretended to yawn, "No, I'm sleepy, I believe in Mr. Han." ”

Han Zimo didn't speak, suddenly came to her side, kissed her on the forehead, and then went out of the house.

After he left, Yun Xiyue's face was as red as an eggplant, and she suddenly got up from the bed, her heart was chaotic, she was angry and annoyed, why was she kissed again? But why did she blush?

I didn't think about it, it must be that the air conditioning was not enough, and the quilt was too hot, and finally she came to such a conclusion.

The next day, the moment Yun Xiyue opened her eyes, she found herself lying on one of Han Zimo's arms, and his other arm was wrapped around her waist, this posture was very intimate to them, as if it was the first time in history, her little face didn't have time to cool down and turned red.

After a moment of silence, she tried to get up and quietly reached out to remove his arm.

She had been extremely careful in her movements, but she still woke him up, and the skin that radiated this wheat luster covered again, returned to her waist, and pressed her down again by the way, "Good morning, wife." ”

A low, magnetic voice flew into her ears with a warm breath.

Yun Xiyue pushed him uncomfortably, "It's not early, it's time to get up to eat and go to work." ”

"It's okay, I'll send you if it's late." Han Zimo's deep eyes fell on the roots of her red ears, her mouth was slightly dry, and her arms still didn't let go of her.

Yun Xiyue was a little helpless, "When did you come back?" "She slept late, so she died, not noticing.

Han Zimo replied, "Listen to my wife, you must go home and sleep at night." ”

"I didn't say that." Yun Xiyue's eyes widened, eager to clear herself, and her heart unconsciously relaxed because of his homecoming.

What kind of strange mentality is this, she doesn't even understand it herself?

"Okay, stop making a fuss, it's time for me to get up." She glared at him, her little hands trying to lift his arm up, but it was heavy as a rock.

"Okay, I'll let you get up when you lift up." Han Zimo smiled faintly.

"Mr. Han, you are a scoundrel!" Yun Xiyue didn't expect him to say this at all, his eyes flickered, and both paws stretched out and scratched his armpits a few times.

She just tried it, but she didn't expect Han Zimo to react very much, neatly turning her over, pressing underneath, and imprisoning her hands above her head, "You don't have a weapon now?" ”

He spoke, teasingly, his dark eyes glowing like jewels.

Yun Xiyue looked at his eyes, and suddenly felt like he had been sucked into a black hole, so deep, so mysterious, that people wanted to find out, and it seemed like he was deliberately discharging her to tempt her to do something?