Huo Jin's eyebrows darkened, and something flashed across his eyes. Without stopping, he moved quickly outward.

At ten o'clock, Cheng Ma had packed up and went back to the room to rest, and Dingdang also fell asleep.

In the huge sea of ​​east clouds, only the living room downstairs emits a faint light.

He paused on his way to the guest room, turned on his heels, and headed straight downstairs.

Halfway up the stairs, Huo Jinshen saw a woman sitting on the sofa having a drink.

The bottle of red wine in front of me was a little missing, and there was still a little bit left in the glass in my hand.

He turned sideways and looked out the window at the dark night, feeling a little distracted.

Huo Jin stopped and stared, now he was not in a hurry.

Mu Nianwan was a little lost in thought. Perhaps his eyes were too focused and intense, as if he was sensing something, but within ten seconds Mu Nianwan had already turned around.

Touching the man whose expression could not be seen clearly in the dim light, she smiled softly and raised the glass to him, "Want to drink?"

After saying that, he chuckled first, and then like a child who was caught doing something bad, he took the initiative to admit his mistake, "I stole your wine."

Huo Jin stepped deeply and came to her side.

The man had a delicate and outstanding face, and water was still dripping from his hair, but he turned a deaf ear to her, sat down next to her, stretched out his hand to take her into his arms, and grabbed the wine glass.

"Why did you come down to drink all of a sudden?"

Mu Nianwan leaned against his bare chest and smiled softly, "You can drink if you want."

No reason?

Huo Jinshen didn't ask any further questions. He put the wine glass aside but didn't let go of his hold on her.

He rubbed his face against her neck and shoulder, and said in a low voice: "Let's go up and have a rest, okay?"

It's us, not me or you.

Mu Nianwan curled her fingers in front of her and smiled softly, "Okay."

There was no rejection, and I even agreed very readily.

Huo Jinshen couldn't help but look at her face, but there was only a smile on her face and cold eyes.

It doesn't matter, it will always keep you warm.

He picked her up and put her back on the big bed in the master bedroom. Huo Jin half-supported his body and hung above her, burying his head in her neck to absorb her fragrance. He whispered in a low and hoarse voice, "I will sleep here tonight too."

Bian, okay?"

Her fingers brushed against the quilt, and Mu Nianwan chuckled, "Can I refuse?"

Huo Jinshen also smiled and bit her earlobe lightly with his thin lips, "No."

So, why ask?

The delicate kisses traveled from her ears to the end of her eyes, brushed across the bridge of her nose, and finally landed on her lips.

It doesn't go in depth, it only touches on the surface, but it's a bit provocative and confusing.

Things went naturally, and the pajamas on his body were taken off. Huo Jinshen maintained a half-stretched posture, but he brought her hand to the bath towel around his waist, kissed her collarbone with his thin lips, and whispered seductively.

, "Wanwan, help me."

Mu Nianwan's finger bones were slender and her nails were long and round. When they fell on the white bath towel, her nails seemed to be whiter than the bath towel.

Mu Nianwan closed her eyes slightly and smiled lightly. When the man's kiss gradually deepened, he took away the last covering...

Three years of emptiness were filled as I wished on this night.

Falling down overnight seems to make up for the past.

Finally, when it was over, Huo Jin turned over and lay on his side behind her, holding her tightly in his arms, kissing her shoulders again and again with his thin lips, and the fierceness in his eyes was also absorbed by her repeated demands.

submerged.

"I'll carry you to wash?" His voice was hoarse, and he was lazy afterwards.

Mu Nianwan closed her eyes, not knowing her emotions, except for a pair of lips that were almost bitten.

She didn't speak, she just made a sound and seemed to be asleep.

Huo Jinshen didn't carry her to wash her, but he did give her some water and wiped her, then he quickly washed himself and lay back on the bed.

Mu Nianwan was still lying on her side, facing the window, her eyes closed and her breathing slow, as if she was asleep.

Huo Jinshen approached carefully, then took the person into his arms using both hands and feet, and closed his eyes.

After her breathing became calmer, Mu Nianwan opened her eyes and looked out the dark window, having spent a sleepless night.

Last night I was fooling around until three o'clock in the morning, and Huo Jinshen woke up on time at six o'clock.

But he didn't get up like before, his arms wrapped around her waist, and he kissed her smooth shoulders.

It was originally a kiss of pity, but the taste gradually changed under the intertwined limbs.

Men tend to be impulsive in the morning, not to mention the fact that they have someone in their arms that they have been thinking about for three years.

One night is not enough.

When the shoulder straps of her pajamas were peeled off, Mu Nianwan couldn't even think of pretending.

She stretched out her hand to hold it down and said in a hoarse voice, "Tired."

Huo Jinshen's eyes were soft, his body was close to hers, and he chuckled, "Why is your physical strength still so poor?" He joked, "Am I going to ask you to do morning exercises with me in the future?"

Otherwise, you will lose consciousness halfway through, and you will not have enough fun.

Mu Nianwan ignored the man's funny words and just patted his hand to signal him to let her go.

Huo Jinshen was not willing to hug her, and said in a low voice with a hint of condescension, "Wanwan, I feel uncomfortable."

As he spoke, he moved.

Mu Nianwan clasped her hands in front of her and dug her nails into her palms, but her expression and voice remained unchanged, and she even softened a bit, with a bit of coquettishness, "How are you tonight?"

It was rare to see her so delicate and soft, Huo Jin's heart softened, and he had no choice but to give up his activities no matter how unwilling he was.

He was going to have a serious illness last night, plus she was not in good health and had just recovered from the illness, so it would be too much for her.

Feeling distressed but unwilling to accept it, in the end it all turned into anger, and he took a deep breath on her neck. He looked at the traces that could not fade away in a few days with satisfaction, and then he let her go with satisfaction.

Without stopping, he got up directly from the bed and entered the bathroom.

He was afraid that if he stayed in bed any longer, he would take her regardless of her wishes.

Looking at the closed bathroom door, Mu Nianwan lay on her back, raised her hands to cover her eyes, her palms were wet.

Half an hour later, Huo Jinshen came out of the bathroom.

With a towel on his head, he looked at Mu Nianwan who was sitting on the head of the bed.

"Wanwan, pick me some clothes."

Mu Nianwan was holding her cell phone and was replying to the message she had not had time to reply to last night. She didn't even bother to answer what he said, "Go get it yourself."

Huo Jinshen stopped wiping with a towel and looked back at her.

Seeing that she didn't know who to reply to, she pursed her thin lips and lowered her eyes.

Without saying anything, he walked towards the cloakroom after a few seconds.

But within a minute, a man's voice came from the cloakroom again.

"Wanwan, come."

Mu Nianwan edited the message and pretended not to hear it.

"Wanwan..."

Soon there was another sound, indicating that if she didn't respond, he would continue the trend.

Frowning slightly, Mu Nianwan replied patiently, "What's the matter?"

"Where's my gray shirt?"

"I have no idea."

Although she has lived here for more than half a month, she has never touched his things.

Cheng Ma arranges his food, clothing, housing and transportation.

"Come here and help me look for it. I'll rush to the company."

Cheng Ma is the most familiar with his things, so I originally wanted him to call her Cheng Ma, but looking at the time, it was six forty-five, which was the busiest time for Cheng Ma.

With an inaudible sigh, Mu Nianwan put down her phone and walked towards the cloakroom resignedly.
Chapter completed!