She asked suddenly, innocently and confusedly.

He raised his head, looked at her innocent, innocent eyes in the mirror, and subconsciously said, "What did you say?" ”

"Oh," Xin Nuan also felt that she must have mismatched her nerves, and would ask such a cheap question. She lowered her head and said lightly, "It's nothing." As he spoke, he picked up the skirt from the side.

The bruises on her arms and neck had scabbed over, and they looked particularly glaring on her fair and delicate skin. Almost instinctively, he reached out and blocked them.

The hot temperature came, and the roots of her ears were instantly dyed red, and her body instinctively stiffened.

The sunset shone in through the window, and the entire bathroom was shrouded in a faint red light, adding a layer of ambiguity to everything for no reason.

He wrapped his arms around her from behind, wrapped his big hands around her small hands that were clutching her clothes, and his chin was on top of her head, grinding coquettishly, "I said, you are the only color and warmth I can see in this world." My heart is warm, no matter what the future holds, I hope you rely on me 100% and trust me, I will not hurt you, I swear by my and the Mo family's century-old reputation. ”

Her eyes flashed, and she looked blankly at them snuggling up to each other in the mirror, thinking of their childhood friendship, their love of vows, and the ending that they couldn't end well in their previous life, and Tang Suya's deep love. Her throat was instantly pinched by the hand that had been cast in steel, and she only heard a rattle, and her life was completely broken.

The body seemed to have grown countless sharp thorns, piercing the flesh and blood, and the whole person was suddenly blurred.

Her aching skin trembled, and the temperature of her body dropped instantly, reaching freezing.

Her changes were too obvious for him to ignore if he wanted to.

Is it because of his proximity?

Is she disgusted with herself now?

Since when? Why doesn't he know anything?

He thought he knew and understood everything about her, and he thought that their hearts had always been together, even if they had been in the army for so many years and had only seen a few times a year, they felt that they were together all the time.

What went wrong? What's going on? What's wrong with her?

His gaze quietly looked at the slowly unfolding skirt, and then bent down as if nothing happened, and his fragile waist shone with a white light, becoming more and more tempting in the hazy red light.

There was a jolt in his eyes, and a shallow crack opened that stretched out where he couldn't see.

He suppressed the desire rising in his heart, lowered his eyebrows slightly, instinctively wanted to take two steps back, but stubbornly stood in place, letting her body rub against his slender thighs.

Xinnuan lifted the skirt up from the calf, put it on, looked at Mo Qingcheng in the mirror and said lightly: "Help me close the zipper." ”

Mo Qingcheng looked at her cold and desolate face, and even the crystal clear fox eyes were glowing with inhumane coldness.

Somehow he was annoyed, he chuckled in a low voice, "You're not afraid of me at all now." ”

"Why should I be afraid of you? How can you take me? ”

His slender fingers gently grasped the zipper, and then pulled hard, and his whole body leaned forward, clinging to her body tightly, and the ambiguous breath hit her ear, "Naturally, I did you." ”