Chapter 27: It's Loading Again
The morning light slowly opened the curtain, a ray of sunlight sneaked in through the gap in the black curtains, the breeze drifted gently, and the pure breath was refreshing.
Tang Qinghuan opened a slit sleepily, scratched his fluffy hair, yawned, sat up from the bed, covered his face and hummed lazily.
So sleepy.
Slightly irritated, he put down his hand and looked straight ahead in a daze, and after a while, he realized that the decorations around him were very unfamiliar.
Look left and right, eyes widen, this is not her room!
Thinking of the scene when he was calculated a few days ago, he felt chills all over his body, and said to himself, "I won't be sleeping again." ”
Qin Mo had already woken up, and wanted to see her reaction after she just woke up, so she didn't make a sound, and when she heard her words, she suddenly couldn't laugh.
"Don't worry, I'm not interested in sleeping with you."
A magnetic voice enveloped from behind, the man's voice was hoarse and indescribably seductive, and each word came out of his thin lips, as warm as bathing in the morning sun.
Let her cold heart slowly warm up.
Yesterday's experience came to mind, and the last memory stayed at the scene of fighting with Qin Mo, and there was no impression of what happened later.
Silently moved to the side of the bed, "I ...... last night We ......"
It seemed that she slept quite soundly last night, and she didn't remember anything about it, and she wanted to tease her, but after catching a glimpse of her bitten white lip, she suddenly understood that she was afraid.
It seems that that night left a terrible shadow on her.
"I said I wasn't in the mood to sleep with you, besides, it was an accident that night," seeing the fear in her eyes, her heart couldn't help but soften, and her tone relaxed a little, "Not anymore." ”
Don't let others design to hurt you.
Won't force you to do anything you don't like.
Huanhuan, I will protect you, as I did when I was a child, even if—you forgot me.
Qin Mo's heartfelt words, Tang Qinghuan couldn't hear it, she understood Qin Mo's "no" to mean that she wouldn't touch her in the future, not to mention how happy she was at the moment.
I can't wait to give him a loving hug.
In the next week or so, Qin Mo proved to her with practical actions that what he said was true, because they were divided! House! Sleep!
Tang Qing was happy to see it, although she didn't get along for a long time, her resistance to Qin Mo plummeted, and she felt that it was quite good for the two of them to live like this for three years.
Just after six o'clock in the afternoon on Friday, Tang Qinghuan was busy for a few days and finally finished the matter of going abroad for further study.
The plan can't catch up with the changes, and now she has signed a contract with Qin Mo and married into the Qin family, which can be regarded as selling herself in disguise.
If you are not free, how can you still have the right to pursue your dreams?
When I remembered that when I left school, the professor said that it was a pity that she could not go abroad for further study, and I felt extremely uncomfortable in my heart.
She really loves fashion design, but now she has lost a good opportunity to perfect herself.
There are opportunities that, once missed, are never again.
"What are you thinking?"
The warmth slowly surrounded her from behind, and a pair of powerful arms wrapped around her waist from behind, the strength was not heavy, but it made Tang Qinghuan breathe.
A shallow embrace, like a prison, trapped her here, from which she could not escape.
"It's nothing," she said, standing up from his confinement and turning to look at the man who had returned at some point, "why did you come back so early today?" ”
After getting along for a few days, they are not as strange as they were at the beginning, maybe because they have already had a skin-to-skin relationship, or maybe it is the small intimacy that Qin Mo shows from time to time, such as holding hands and hugging.
Let her get used to his presence in the shortest possible time.