Immediately marriage: Mr.Li, I want your hug

Seeing Mo Chenyi off, Gu Qian turned to go upstairs and thought about what Mo Chenyi had just said to her. She couldn't understand it. They came back from outside today. What happened to Mo Chenyi?

When she returned to the bedroom, she saw Mo Beichen lying on his back on the bed. Maybe the light was too dazzling. He raised one hand over his eyelids. The whole person seemed very uncomfortable and his breathing was a little heavy.

When she went to the bed and sat down, she smelled a strong smell of wine and looked at his wrinkled eyebrows. She climbed to the bed and sat cross legged, put his head on his knees, and pressed his temples with her fingers with moderate strength.

"I know it's hard. Why do you drink so much wine?"

Mo Beichen was half awake at the moment. He knew that Mo Chenyi sent him home and that Gu Qian was massaging him now, but he had no strength to speak at the thought of the name she whispered in her dream in the afternoon.

Gu Qian saw that he didn't answer and thought he was asleep. She gently stroked his eyebrow peak with her fingers, as if to smooth the closed eyebrow, "brother, do you have something on your mind? Is it inconvenient to tell me? "

Mo Beichen closed his eyes and listened to her gentle voice. In fact, he wanted to ask her how she could forget Shen Changqing, but he didn't want to mention the name.

This is a thorn in their hearts. The deeper it goes, the more painful it will be to lift it.

Not only he but also she hurts.

He can't bear her pain, so he can only double his pain. Even if it's a cancer, he will let it grow in his heart. If he touches it occasionally, it will make him miserable.

Gu Qian gently touched his temple with his fingers, trying to make him feel better. When he fell asleep, she didn't quarrel with him any more. She didn't stop until his eyebrows stretched out.

Her fingers were a little sore, and she didn't care. She looked down at the man lying on her leg. His eyebrows were so sharp, but he smiled very sweet.

She still remembers the first time she saw him. She was five years old and he was fifteen years old. At that time, he was much taller than his peers. He stood there and looked down at her. The young man had sharp eyebrows and poor eyes. The first word she said was "how ugly".

She had a psychological shadow for many years because of this sentence, but then his eyes looked at her changed. Although he was still cold, his eyes looked at her with a touch of warmth.

Gu Qian slowly raised his hand, fingertips across his firm face, and finally stopped on his thin lips. She didn't know what she thought, and suddenly bowed her head and kissed him on his lips.

It seemed that kissing was not enough. She stretched out the tip of her tongue to lick his lip peak, and then tasted the spicy taste of liquor. Her eyebrows frowned slightly, but she didn't continue to steal kissing him.

When she looked up, she found that the eyebrows that the man had been holding were fully extended, and the corners of her mouth were slightly curved.

Mo Beichen had a hangover all night. When he woke up the next day, he was alone in the sky over the bed. He looked at the ceiling in a daze and drank a little broken. He didn't remember what he said and did last night.

How did he get home? Did he talk nonsense?

Thinking of this, he jumped up from the bed for fear that he might say something he shouldn't say and break the appearance of peace between them. He hurried to the door and didn't even have time to wear slippers.

Gu Qian came up with sober soup. When she opened the door, she almost hit Mo Beichen. She jumped and quickly stabilized the tray, but the soup still spilled a little.

Mo Beichen held her shoulder for fear that the spilled soup would scald her. He stretched out his hand to take away the tray, looked at her carefully, and found that there was nothing different. He was quietly relieved.

It seems that you can't drink so much wine next time. Drinking will delay things.

"Are you awake?" Gu Qian followed him into the bedroom and saw him go to the sofa and put the tray on the short table. She asked, "how do you feel? Is your stomach uncomfortable and does your headache hurt?"

Mo Beichen shook his head, "I'll wash."

Gu Qian watched his tall and straight back disappear after the partition. She always felt that there seemed to be something between them. This feeling has been lingering in her heart since he got drunk last night.

She followed. Mo Beichen closed the bathroom door. The tall figure of a man was shown on the half wool glass. He bowed down and took off his pajamas, and the looming light and shadow was even more attractive.

Gu Qian looked hot and couldn't help pinning her head to one side. She leaned against the door and waited for a while. When the sound of water came from the bathroom, she stood there waiting.

After a while, Mo Beichen took a shower and rinsed again. He came out with a bath towel wrapped around his waist and raised his hand to wipe his wet hair. He was surprised to see Gu Qian waiting by the door.

In his memory, Gu Qian seemed to stick to him very rarely.

Gu Qian holds a set of home clothes in his hand. He says it's home clothes, which means that the style should be more comfortable, a gray slim casual pants and a dark blue sweater.

"Put on your clothes first and don't catch cold."

Mo Beichen glanced at her and noticed the hour hand of the clock hanging on the wall. He slightly raised his eyebrow, "don't you hurry to work?"

"It snowed all night last night. The road down the mountain was closed. I'm sweeping the snow. I'll be lazy for another day." Gu Qian handed over the sweater. "Come on, put on the sweater first."

There is heating in the room. In fact, it won't be cold. Gu Qian just looked at his naked upper body and felt shy, so he always wanted him to wear it.

Mo Beichen saw the blush on her face. He smiled and joked, "I kissed and touched it. How can I be embarrassed?"

The blush on Gu Qian's face spread rapidly. She didn't have his thick skin. She turned her eyes, "put on your clothes quickly. You'll catch a cold later. How can you wave?"

Mo Beichen wiped his hair. He leaned close to her, "what do you want me to do, I'll show you."

Gu Qian: "

Well, she really didn't have his thick skin. She threw all her clothes and trousers on him and turned around to leave.

However, before he could move away, he was hugged by the man. He pulled his clothes off his head and stuck them on her back. Gu Qian only wore a sweater. The man's temperature came through the thin sweater, which made her ears red.

"Hey, what are you doing? Get dressed first."

Mo Beichen frowned fiercely. The more she resisted his intimacy, the more he felt that she did it because of Shen Changqing. He thought he had calmed down after a night's hangover, but now he was more and more uncomfortable.

Regardless of the dripping hair, he held her shoulder with both hands, pulled her forcibly, bowed his head and wanted to kiss her.

Gu Qian subconsciously deviated his head. The man's thin lips rubbed her cheeks. Her heart trembled, but she could also feel the man's body become stiff at the moment she avoided.