It's been 12 years since her mother died, but every time she sees a photo of her mother, she is still full of nostalgia.

Yin Xiao glanced at her coldly and sat down on the sofa.

"You sleep in the bed." He said in a commanding tone.

Wen Muyao was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously wanted to refute.

But she suddenly thought of the conversation between Yin Xiao and Du Ranran that she overheard on the balcony of the guest room tonight.

Yin Xiao insulted herself like that, and her anger rose, and she didn't want to be polite to him for a moment.

Forget it, if he wants to sleep on the sofa, he will sleep on the sofa, anyway, he proposed it himself, even if she refutes it, he may not be willing.

Wen Muyao put away the photo, took out a new quilt and pillow, put it on the sofa without saying a word, and then went back to the bed.

Yin Xiao looked at her back and frowned.

This woman has been very cold to him since she got the photo just now, and she hasn't said a word for more than ten minutes, as if she doesn't have him in her eyes at all, what's wrong?

Forget it, he went to guess what this woman was thinking, and what she thought had nothing to do with him.

He was about to lay out the quilt and fall asleep, when suddenly he felt that something was not quite right.

A feeling of heat slowly rose from his lower abdomen, spreading to all his limbs in a very short time, and his whole body was extremely hot.

He frowned, took off his coat and lay on the bed, thinking that it would be good to calm down, but the feeling of depression became stronger and stronger, and a strong impulse suddenly appeared in a certain part of his body, and he froze all of a sudden.

This is......

"Bang!"

He sat up abruptly and accidentally knocked over the cup on the coffee table next to him, startling Wen Muyao: "What's wrong?" ”

Just now, Wen Muyao turned off the headlights in the room, leaving only a table lamp.

She was now sitting on the bed, the dim light casting a hazy halo for her, and she was wearing a white nightdress, which was very conservative in style, and enveloped her from her collarbone to calf, and there was nothing that should be exposed.

But even so, when he looked at Wen Muyao, he felt that his body was getting hotter and hotter, and his throat was so thirsty, as if there were ten thousand ants crawling in his body.

"What's wrong with you, are you feeling unwell......"

Why is Yin Xiao so wrong, his gaze is like a wolf, fierce and hungry, as if he is about to pounce on her and eat her in the next second...... Wen Muyao grabbed the quilt with his fingers.

Suddenly, she frowned.

What does it feel like?

A few minutes ago, she felt very hot in her body, the abnormal heat that rose from the bottom of her heart, and then she pulled the quilt down a bit.

But now the feeling of dryness and heat not only did not disappear, but also crept up with an abnormal tingling sensation, as if it was ......

"Brush—"

Yin Xiao suddenly lifted the quilt, stared at Wen Muyao's face, and walked towards her.

"Is there anything wrong with you......"

Wen Muyao was frightened by Yin Xiao's hungry wolf-like gaze and fierce momentum, and when she was stared at by him, the strange tingling sensation became more and more intense, and she involuntarily took a step back.

In the next second, Yin Xiao grabbed her wrist and dragged her to the side of the bed.

"What are you doing......

Wen Muyao was startled and hurriedly fluttered.

What frightened her was not only Yin Xiao's sudden strange behavior, but also because the moment Yin Xiao held her arm with her rough palm, a more intense itching sensation invaded her, and she felt trembling all over.

The feeling was so ashamed that she blushed all at once.