Zhong Qingye's eyes suddenly widened, and he turned his head slightly and stared at Qi Mo in disbelief.【】
Memory, Qi Mo is not a person who can say such things. Although they have had the most intimate contact, judging from the superficial relationship, they don't look like a loving couple.
Zhong Qingye thought that this may have something to do with their personalities. Both of them are not good at words and have very strong personalities. Even if they know that they are wrong, they will never be humble first.
Come on.
Such a personality can easily lead to misunderstandings, but so far, Zhong Qingye has never been soft on Qi Mo. He also never thought that Qi Mo would one day be soft on her.
Or, this cannot be described with the word "submissive", but Zhong Qingye's judgment on feelings is inherently unclear, and most of the time when he gets along with Qi Mo, he is like two children who are angry. In her eyes, who
If you say these three words first, you will give in to the other party.
This kind of personality of striving to be the first in everything is a habit she has developed since she was a child. She may have been independent and strong for so long that she has forgotten the beauty of a woman. Even when faced with the tenderness and gentleness of women, in her eyes
, still cannot match self-esteem and self-improvement.
Zhong Qingye always felt that Qi Mo was the same person as her, so she couldn't understand how he could suddenly say such things.
Her waist was tightly wrapped in Qi Mo's arms and she couldn't move. Zhong Qingye had to turn her head hard, trying to understand his expression when he spoke. Unexpectedly, Qi Mo loosened his fingers and turned her over, lowering his head and lips.
Come on, Zhong Qingye's lips have already captured him in the blink of an eye.
Zhong Qingye was stunned and didn't react at all. The lips and teeth that he instinctively opened out of surprise were probably for Qi Mo's convenience. The tip of his tongue was dexterous, and he quickly pried open her slightly open teeth, penetrated into her warm mouth, and rolled her lips.
The tip of the tongue, sucking hard, intensified the kiss.
Zhong Qingye couldn't help but frown, as if he was hesitating something. Suddenly, Qi Mo's arms tightened, and the two people's already tight contact became even more inseparable.
The sound of thick water suddenly sounded, and his head was buzzing and dizzy, and Zhong Qingye's eyelashes trembled slightly.
What is she hesitating about? Even Qi Mo's egoistic personality has softened first, so what is she insisting on?
Is it uneasiness about feelings? Is it guilt towards Ah Xuan? Is it confusion about the future? Or is it just... distrust of Qi Mo from the bottom of my heart?
What is she afraid of in her heart?
His fingers were placed quietly on both sides of his body, as if there was something pressing him down and he couldn't lift them up no matter what.
Sensing her hesitation, Qi Mo paused, raised his eyelashes, and cast his gaze from the eye holes of the mask, lingering on her face, his brows furrowed slightly, as if he was wondering about something.
Zhong Qingye's cheeks turned red due to lack of oxygen, and her pupils were moist and filled with cold water. She slowly left Qi Mo's lips. She suddenly reached out and hugged the man's neck, tightly, as if she had exerted all her strength.
strength.
Qi Mo was almost choked by her, but his body stiffened in an instant.
Memory, this was the first time Zhong Qingye took the initiative to hug him, but why was there not only no joy in his heart, but an unspeakable sense of uneasiness?
What was she thinking about with her gaze just now?
"Qi Mo..." Zhong Qingye's arm relaxed slightly, as if he wanted to leave his neck. Qi Mo quickly raised his hand, wrapped it around her body, and stopped her movement with his actions.
"..." Zhong Qingye hesitated for a moment and said slowly: "I'm sorry."
Qi Mo's eyebrows suddenly furrowed, and the strength of his fingers instantly increased, pressing on the girl's back, causing clear pain: "I told you, don't apologize to me."
Zhong Qingye froze slightly, straightened his head and looked at him, gently held his cheeks with both hands, and kissed lightly on the corner of his lips: "Qi Mo, take me."
Qi Mo's whole body was shocked and he looked at her in disbelief.
Zhong Qingye held his head, his eyes were firm and gentle, and he kissed him on the lips little by little. The tip of his tongue was like a deft paintbrush, tracing the shape of his lips in detail. His voice was gentle and gentle, in the quiet night wind.
Like a cello solo.
"I want a child."
There were too many unspeakable fears in her heart, as well as too many unexplainable emotions and obstacles. Zhong Qingye thought, maybe she should give herself a reason to stay, so that she could legitimately ignore her uneasiness about the future.
Feeling guilty about Ah Xuan and fear of feelings, live a good and purposeful life.
She thought, maybe she should take a bold gamble and bet that Qi Mo would give her the stability she wanted.
If she had a child, would she not have such strong insecurities?
If she has a child, will she be able to completely settle down and no longer be homeless?
No matter what Zhong Qingye's intention is to have a child, her willingness to bear children for him is great news for Qi Mo.
No, it cannot be described with such a vulgar word as good news. For Qi Mo, Zhong Qingye's willingness exceeded everything he cared about. Even at that moment, he almost doubted whether he was hallucinating.
"You...what did you just say?" Qi Mo had such a hesitant tone for the first time, and asked cautiously with some fear and disbelief.
Zhong Qingye pursed his lips, and his cheeks turned red uncontrollably, but he couldn't say anything. He frowned angrily, and his eyes were as gentle as water.
Qi Mo's mood went from shock to disbelief, from disbelief to doubt. In the end, it was all swallowed up by a burst of ecstasy. The corners of his mouth were grinned high, and for a moment he didn't know what expression to use in response.
.
Zhong Qingye showed a rare shyness and struggled to get out of his arms: "If you don't want to, forget it, just pretend I didn't say it."
Qi Mo hugged her tightly, and the joy on his face was still bright even through a mask. It was a surprise that he had no time to hide and didn't want to hide. He pretended to be angry at her, and his voice even trembled slightly: "What I said out loud
It's just water being thrown out, how can it be treated as if it didn't happen?"
Zhong Qingye: "..."
Qi Mo stopped talking.
He expresses it directly through actions.
Without giving Zhong Qingye time to worry, he bent down, picked her up, and walked straight to the wedding room.
Zhong Qingye reached out and wrapped his arms around his neck, touching the man's raised lips. Although he was frightened, he finally felt a little calm. At least, he really wanted to have a child.
If...if Qi Mo knew her true plan, would this man be so angry that he would go crazy...
Qi Mo, I'm sorry.
Zhong Qingye closed her eyes and said, "Forgive me."