Wrong love: the first is best not to meet

Chapter 132

When Mo Xuan came out of the shower, Xicheng had already heated up the soup and put it on the dining table.Mo Xuan was still wearing the shirt from the old city, looking loose.

"You want to drink, too? I'll feed you." Mo Xuan looked at Xicheng's thin face and said.Before he agreed, she had already brought the spoon to his lips.

Xicheng was slightly taken aback, then smiled lightly and lowered his head, the corners of his lips curved, with a gentle look.After taking the first sip, he looked at the spoon Mo Xuan stretched out again, "I'd better do it myself."

Mo Xuan handed over the soup bowl and watched him quietly drinking the soup one mouthful at a time.

Under the light, both of them looked smiling, but the smiles couldn't reach their eyes.Day by day, everyone is hiding their true inner feelings, trying to pretend that nothing happened.

It's just that the more you pretend nothing happened, the more you care about it in your heart.


After drinking the soup, Mo Xuan got up to clean up the rice bowl, but her hand was held by Xi Cheng's hand, and she raised her head to meet his gentle eyes, "I'll come. You just need to rest."

But it was a firm tone and expression.

Mo Xuan couldn't bear to refuse, looking at his fingers cleaning the rice bowl, she felt a sharp pain in her eyes, along with her left chest.

Following him into the kitchen, she hugged Xi Cheng from behind, her small arms wrapped around his waist, stubbornly refusing to let go, her face pressed against his back.

"Good boy." Xicheng's voice came in a low voice.

"No." She also became stubborn, with sadness that could not be hidden in her eyes and face. "I want to be with you." With so little time, I don't want to leave you.

He sighed lowly, lowered his eyes, in the dim light, he couldn't see the emotion in his eyes.After a long time, he put down the work in his hands, turned around, hugged her shoulders, hugged her into his arms, and lowered his head, he could see the fair skin on her chest and the looming breasts/grooves.

The desire in the body then clamored again.

Mo Xuan slipped into his arms, "I want to sleep." Her voice was low and soft.


Xicheng raised the corners of his mouth, showing a nice smile, gently stroked her face with his slender fingers, "Okay, go to sleep." After speaking, he hugged her sideways.

Mo Xuan put her arms around his neck, leaned into his ear and whispered, "It's the last time. Don't do housework in the future, don't hug me like this, I'm very heavy."

"Not heavy." He squinted his eyes and said, not even daring to meet her eyes.

"Old city?"

"Huh? What's wrong?"

Mo Xuan leaned her face on her shoulder, staring at the painting not far away for a moment, on which she smiled peacefully but brightly, "It's nothing."


After entering the bedroom, Xicheng put her on the bed, turned around and closed the door.Behind him, looking at his appearance, Mo Xuan felt more and more sour in her heart.

When Xicheng came over again, she hugged him and said with a smile: "My concubine, come and serve the bed." The joking tone and smiling appearance couldn't hide the look of loneliness in her eyes.

Seeing her tone and the appearance of flirting with a good woman, Xicheng raised the corners of her mouth nicely, "Servant?"

"I checked your brand today, don't you know?" Mo Xuan said and started to rush over to unbutton him.His flushed face was mixed with a trace of shyness.

Looking at it from this angle, one can clearly see her imaginative breasts/grooves, the fragrant shoulders at the wide neckline, and the fair skin on her chest.

Stretching out his hand to hold her head, he kissed her overwhelmingly, domineering but gentle.The entanglement of lips and tongue, Mo Xuan hugged him tightly, lost in this long kiss.

After a long time, Xicheng whispered in her ear, "Do you want a future? Our future?" The voice was very low, desperate, and powerless.

Mo Xuan was stunned, and then hugged him tightly, "You don't want to think about the future, and neither do I." After a pause, she continued, "I don't want the future, I want every day you have left."

Warm lips kissed hers again, "But I want to give it to you." The voice whispered, like a whisper.low.


Mo Xuan suppressed the overwhelming sadness in her heart, wrapped her arms around his waist,
His big hand was rubbing against her smooth skin, it felt like an electric shock, as if there was heat flowing through her lower abdomen, she finally couldn't help but groaned softly.

Hands covered the softness of her chest, kisses also covered her whole body, his desire galloped in her body.

Obsessed with death.


He embraced Mo Xuan's smooth body, pulled the thin quilt to cover it, lowered his head and kissed her earlobe lightly, "I will accompany you to watch Ji Yan tomorrow."

"Hmm. Is Xiaoqi okay? I asked the hospital to add a window in Jiyan's room, did you add it?" She turned sideways, moved closer to her, and pressed her face against him.

"Added." He whispered.

"Well, that's good." She said in a soft voice, Xicheng looked at her, stretched out one hand for her to rest on, and put the other hand around her waist, lowered her head, and kissed her earlobe.

Mo Xuan also put her hands on his waist and buried her face in his chest.There is a clear sound of heartbeat coming into my ears, once and for all, clear and powerful, it's great to be alive.She thought quietly.


"You never gave me a present." After a long time, Mo Xuan suddenly said.

Xicheng was slightly stunned, apologetic on the brows, then he lowered his head and kissed her hair, "Then I'll make it up to you in a while." That's right, I've never given her a gift, and I think I keep it at a safe distance. is the best choice.I am really selfish, so selfish.

"Give it now."

Mo Xuan's voice came softly into her ears. "What do you want?" Xicheng asked gently, but there was always that look of guilt in his eyes.

Mo Xuan thought for a while and said, "Then sing a song for me."

Because, I have never heard Xicheng sing.

I really want to do all the things I haven't done before, so that I won't regret it in the future, right?


Xicheng was stunned for a moment, then opened his mouth and sang softly, "The most romantic thing I can think of is to grow old with you, until we can't go anywhere when we are old, I still treat you as the palm of my hand Li Bao..."

The voice is low, with a hint of magnetism.

Mo Xuan was buried in his arms, and he didn't speak for a long time, but his chest was wet.

Xicheng was slightly in a daze, held her face, and gently kissed away the tears from the corners of her eyes, "I want to listen to the song, why are you crying? I won't sing for you after crying again." The tone of coaxing the child .

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