she moved very slowly for fear of waking him. The body curled up like a cat greedy for the sun. The whole person got into his arms and felt his temperature. Her head rubbed against his strong chest. Seeing that he didn't respond, his limbs stretched out, and Mo Xi'er put his hand on him again. She didn't expect that qingmuchen usually looked like ice, but it could be as warm as a heater at this time. Mo Xi'er is thin and has no fat. He has been afraid of the cold since childhood. When she was in Sicily, the heating in her room hardly stopped in winter. Qingmu Chen just complemented her. For the first time since she married him, Mo Xier did not reject him, a man she should call her husband. This is also the first time Mo Xier knew that many people around him can have such benefits. She didn't pinch her behavior too much. What she thought in her heart was that Qing Muchen fell asleep and didn't know anything. Both of the more intimate people have done it. What's that? She used Qingmu Chenquan as a natural heater. After leaning against him, she was greedy for his warmth and didn't move her body for a long time. She even changed several comfortable positions in his arms. The men around him always lie quietly, like sleeping all the time, and haven't moved from beginning to end. It was still early at this time. At more than seven o'clock, Mo Xi'er woke up and had nothing to do. He raised his head and looked at the face of Qingmu Chen above his head. He still didn't wake up. Mo Xi'er snuggled in his arms and decided to sleep a little longer. She closed her eyes and planned for only a moment. However, maybe his arms were too warm and fell asleep accidentally. I don't know when the man she was always on guard against made her feel at ease. Relying on Qing Mu Chen, Mo Xi'er slept very heavily, and even lost the habit of vigilance in ordinary days. When her breath sounded evenly, the eyes of the man who had always closed his eyes on the bed suddenly opened. Qingmu Chen's eyes moved down at an extremely slow speed and stared at her sleeping face for a few seconds. His eyes shifted to her hand turning into his bathrobe and their legs. Mo Xi'er's legs are casually placed on his legs, and the skirt climbs high under her actions. Most of them are exposed to the air, without any defense or mustard. Their sleeping position is no different from that of all normal couples. Qingmu Chen stared at her quietly for a long time. Her familiar ink pupil was like a pool of spring water softened and opened a silky clear wave bit by bit. He was always alert. In fact, he woke up when Mo Xier's hand first touched him. There was no response, partly because she wanted to see what she wanted to do. There are also some reasons. Qingmu Chen doesn't want to admit it. He didn't reject all the actions of Mo Xier this morning. On the contrary, he felt the softness of her body when it was soft against himself. He actually enjoyed it very much. Mo Xier's second embrace. The first time was when I was asleep and unconscious. The second time is when you wake up in the morning and know what each of your actions means. Looking down at her unprepared sleeping face in her arms, the corners of his lips looked good and raised. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.