The door was unlocked, so he pushed the handle open without much force.
A bedside table lamp shines with a goose-yellow light, gently projecting on the slightly bulging part of the bed. Qiu Mo's body is curled up inside, with only one head exposed. Her long hair is spread out like a waterfall, and it is dense like an ink painting.
On the pure white pillow.
This desk lamp, Leng Xiao remembered, was the one that was smashed and crushed. Unexpectedly, after being repaired by her skillful hands, it could still emit light.
For some reason, his anger dissipated a lot after seeing such a warm scene.
In the blink of an eye, he caught a glimpse of a bottle of medicinal wine placed on the bedside table. He remembered what Liu's mother had said. She felt uncomfortable, as if she had been frightened.
He strode over and lifted up the quilt underneath her. Where his eyes touched were her ankles that were as swollen as steamed buns. He cursed in a low voice. What on earth did this woman do?
Qiu Mo was drowsily asleep when she suddenly felt someone touching her body. A flash of light flashed across her head and she suddenly woke up. As her vision gradually became clearer, she saw Leng Xiaoying's side face blurred in the light.
At this time, she was half-sitting on the bed, holding her delicate white feet with one hand, and studying the use of Taijiu with the other hand. She looked a little impatient but also serious, and her brows were half frowning in thought.
There's something...cute about him.
Qiu Mo quickly gave up this ridiculous idea. A person like him could never be associated with cuteness.
"I can't drink wine with a bruise." She said quickly when she saw him twisting off the lid.
Leng Xiao raised his head and said, "Wake up."
"Yeah." Qiu Mo shrank back carefully. She was most ticklish. Her foot was held in his hand, and his rough fingers rubbed the soles of her feet intentionally or unintentionally. She almost laughed.
"Why don't you use Dudajiu?" he asked in a cold voice.
"The book says that is not good for the baby." Qiu Mo replied quickly and in a low voice.
"If my Lengxiao son can't stand a bottle of drinking wine, there is no need to give birth to him." His tone was arrogant, and he ignored the parenting rules and insisted on giving her medicinal wine.
Qiu Mo half leaned on the bed and let him go. At this time, her mind was full of what he just said. He was finally willing to admit that this was his child, but how did he know whether it was a boy or not?
,he wants a boy?
"Giggle." Qiu Mo suddenly laughed, the sound was clear and sweet, and it was particularly clear in the empty big room.
Leng Xiao looked at the little woman who was smiling happily with dissatisfaction, and suddenly the force on his hand increased. Qiu Mo gasped in pain, but she still smiled.
"What's so funny?" He finally couldn't bear it anymore. Was she laughing at his clumsiness? Indeed, he had never served anyone before, let alone doing such delicate work, but was it really so funny?
"No...not...giggle..." Qiu Mo tried hard to hold back her laughter and pointed at the little foot held in his hand, "I'm itchy."
Leng Xiao stared at her coldly for a long time, and she tried her best to endure it, but the coolness of the medicinal wine on her feet and the feeling of a group of little ants running back and forth made her finally unable to hold it back and started giggling again.
She had a beautiful smile, and her eyes were bent like wolf-moons in the sky. Although it was unintentional, it was the most beautiful side of her that Leng Xiao had ever seen. He was so stunned that he forgot the movements of his hands for a moment.
Until she stopped laughing and shrank her body into the quilt with some embarrassment.
He stretched out his hand to fish her out, and covered her red lips domineeringly in her suddenly stiff expression.