In the end, Zhong Qingye was carried back to the new house by Qi Mo. The reason was very simple. The two of them were husband and wife in the eyes of outsiders, and the servants in the house would not prepare an extra room for Zhong Qingye.【】
And she couldn't just run back to Zhong's house wearing Qi Mo's coat. Not to mention that she didn't have the strength to walk now. Even if she did, Qi Mo wouldn't allow it.
The iron-colored mask was put on Qi Mo's face again. Zhong Qingye knew very well, but he no longer had the strength to ask. He curled up in Qi Mo's arms, like an injured little baby.
beast.
It was really cold in the morning in March. Zhong Qingye only had a thin coat on her body, and Qi Mo was much taller than her, so the clothes were empty on her body. Even though Qi Mo hugged her tightly, the cold wind still blew hard.
Blowing inside the clothes takes away all the heat from the person.
It's cold, really cold.
Zhong Qingye couldn't explain the kind of coldness. Not only her body, but also her heart seemed to be cold. She didn't know what was going on with her or what she was thinking. She just felt that her heart was being frozen for a long time.
The accumulated strength, the wall that once protected her like a castle, seems to have cracked several cracks, and with the slightest impact, it will break into millions of debris.
Under that strength, the restlessness and confusion that she had almost forgotten, the struggle and vulnerability that she hated so much, were exposed without any concealment.
Uncomfortable, painful, shy, overwhelmed, all kinds of emotions were tangled together, and her heart was a mess.
Obviously it was only done once, but isn’t there a very fashionable term in modern times called one?
What's the big deal? She's not a woman who values chastity as her life, so why can't she let it go? Why, there is a kind of pain in her heart, and she can't tell where it comes from.
Or, she felt uncomfortable just because Qi Mo used that method on her. Or, maybe someone else had reached the vulnerability that she had been careful to hide, so she...
But, is it really that simple?
Qi Mo never lowered his head to her. When he walked to the room, he just kicked open the door and placed her on the messy bed. There seemed to be some lingering fragrance in the air that had not yet dissipated. The rotten breath enveloped Zhong Qingye in an instant.
She curled up tightly with her whole body, like an injured hedgehog, curling up into a ball.
Qi Mo stood silently by the bed and didn't speak for a long time. It took a while before he called the maid. Zhong Qingye heard his voice instructing the maid to prepare the bath. After another while, he came over and hugged her again.
.
There were only two of them left in the room. Zhong Qingye didn't speak, and Qi Mo didn't speak either. The silent air seemed extremely depressing. Qi Mo took off her clothes for her and put her into the warm bathtub. Who knew it was Zhong Qingye?
The illusion was still the same, she actually felt that Qi Mo's movements... were so cautious.
The warm water was very comfortable, but it was so irritating that it still had a tingling sensation. Zhong Qingye shrank unconsciously, and Qi Mo suddenly stopped moving, as if at a loss, before he put her down again.
Zhong Qingye originally thought Qi Mo would go out after putting her down, but unexpectedly he walked up behind her and gently rubbed her back with a bath towel soaked in hot water.
Zhong Qingye shrank all of a sudden, almost jumped up, and immediately threw himself to the other side of the tub, looking back at him in panic.
Qi Mo held a bath towel in his hand, and his movements froze in mid-air. He was stunned for a while, and then he raised his head to look at her. Their eyes intertwined, there was no hostility between them, but instead there was a strong sense of alienation.
A burst of anger surged in Qi Mo's heart, whether it was to anger Zhong Qingye or himself.
Zhong Qingye slowly lowered his head, and his sharp chin sank halfway into the water. After a long time, he said dullly: "You don't need to do this..."
"What?" Qi Mo was stunned.
"I said, you don't need to lower your posture to please me." Zhong Qingye said dullly, then raised her head, but for a moment, her originally gray eyes seemed to be brighter, but she seemed to be even more depressed.
: "We just did it once..." Gritting her teeth, she seemed a little reluctant: "...This is nothing to me, and you don't have to apologize. We are still a cooperative relationship. As long as the time is up... I will still leave.
…”
"Not once." Qi Mo suddenly interrupted her.
Zhong Qingye was stunned and didn't understand what he said for a moment: "What did you say?"
"We already did this when you were seriously injured and unconscious."
"Uh..." Zhong Qingye was stunned. A conscious syllable came out uncontrollably from her throat without any meaning. She just stared at Qi Mo with wide eyes, showing no emotion except surprise.
.
Qi Mo felt slightly at ease and continued: "Last night was the second time."
Zhong Qingye's eyes widened again, almost to the extreme. He was truly stunned and completely forgot to react.
Such a woman not only made Qi Mo's heart itch, but also had the urge to annex and merge. He raised his lips slightly, showed an extremely sinister smile, and showed off to her like a child who got a toy: "So, you
be mine!"
"Huh?" Zhong Qingye screamed instinctively before he could recover.
Qi Mo was not satisfied with her appearance. What he wanted was not a puppet, not this dull look. He wanted...
A living, willing Zhong Qingye.
It doesn't seem to matter when he started to show such strong possessiveness. He Qi Mo never gets what he wants!
Qi Mo thought so, with an almost evil smile, he stepped into the tub, and the hot water overflowed. Before Zhong Qingye could wake up, a strong arm had already wrapped around her neck, pulling her
to the chest.
"After being branded by me, you are mine! I want no one in this world to touch my Qi Mo!"
Qi Mo said arrogantly, as if taking an oath, he reached out and pulled off his mask, lowered his head, and fiercely pressed his slightly open lips.
Zhong Qingye was caught off guard, and was pressed against the edge of the bathtub by him. There was a muffled sound and the slightest bit of heavy pain, and she couldn't help but moan slightly.
Qi Mo hugged her tightly, and the originally intimidating kiss suddenly softened at the moment of collision. He squirmed against her lips, kissing her every bit, cherishing her like a treasure.
His chest was full of swelling, and the dizzy feeling made people unable to help but feel infatuated. Zhong Qingye suddenly felt the urge to cry. Regardless, he hugged the man tightly, opened his teeth, and took a mouthful.