C137 Turn around and sleep in the same bed

Xiao Yan's tone was very calm, and he said those shameless words very calmly.

Qiao Mo felt that the atmosphere between them had suddenly become weird. They had never joked around like this before, and right now, shouldn't they be discussing the matter of the divorce in great sorrow? How did she suddenly become so relaxed?

"Xiao Yan, what exactly are you doing in the Mount Switzerland?"

she asked word by word, staring at his stern profile.

Xiao Yan's voice was slightly hoarse, supporting her body up from behind, and he continued to walk into the snow, "Didn't I already explain it clearly? I came to chase you. "

Qiao Mo choked, she never thought that Xiao Yan would be so candid with his confession. The hands around his neck formed a knot, and she lowered her eyes: "It's impossible for us to be together, even if we don't talk about the things from the past, between us now …"

"Right now, there's only Song Xiazhi and another child, right?" He cut her off and said everything.

Qiao Mo was speechless for a moment, and then she bit her lips and said: "Don't tell me you think so? Even without them, it's impossible for us to … "

"You were depressed because I hurt you so much two years ago and you had a shadow?"

Xiao Yan's words were direct and forceful, like a sharp blade that ruthlessly pierced into her weak and soft heart.

Qiao Mo frowned, staring at the side of his face, "Do you think that you are very proud of a woman who actually suffered from depression because of you?"

Xiao Yan slightly looked back, and said with a deep tone: "I'm not, I just feel sorry for this woman who's depressed because of me."

"You …"

Qiao Mo suddenly realized that even after two years, she still could not see through Xiao Yan.

However, she did not know that what she was unable to see through was merely a burning hot and awkward heart.

She sighed lightly and finally opened her mouth: "Two years ago, we weren't divorced. Since you came to find me today, then let's be frank. Xiao Yan, I plan to go back to our country and get divorced with you. It will not benefit you, me, Song Xiazhi, or your and Song Xiazhi's children if we keep on wasting time like this. "

"I didn't come here from Seahold to discuss the divorce."

She didn't answer, and asked again: "Xiao Yan, how are you going to get divorced?"

All the good atmosphere from before was broken. He frowned slightly and snorted: "You want to get divorced that much? You know, divorced women are not popular these days. "

"What does this have to do with you?"

"I'm thinking for your sake. Can a second-hand woman find a perfect husband like me?"

Qiao Mo was speechless, "..."

She felt that he was simply changing the topic, "Xiao Yan …!"

Before she could say anything, he warned her coldly, "You'd better not bring this up again, otherwise, if I get angry, get the hell out of here, we won't even be able to keep ourselves alive."

The Xiao Yan at this time was different from usual. Tonight, he was extremely shameless and had no way to deal with him, so she could only accept his fate and tightly hug his neck. He simply did not realize that there was a satisfied smile in someone's eyes as well as a naughty smile.

When he had decided to chase from Hai Cheng to the Switzerland, he had already thought through everything. If fate had tightly entangled him and this woman, then no matter how many detours they had between them, it would be fine. He could just step over and snatch her back by force if he could not cross over.

What Xiao Yan determined was his, so he must have it!

As for Song Xiazhi, as for the child, even if the future was an unsolvable question, at this moment, he only wanted to tightly hug the woman in front of him.

Xiao Yan carried her on his back as he walked in the snow.

The way back to the hotel was rather far away.

Qiao Mo lay on his back that could not be considered warm and thick, her heart that had been floating for a long time had suddenly calmed down.

She quietly leaned on his back, not allowing the cold wind in front of her to blow. She only felt that it was very safe.

After being silent for a long while, Xiao Yan suddenly spoke, "You know why I have come."

Qiao Mo leaned her ear against Yun Che's back, and her voice came out from her chest, trembling slightly.

She often wondered if they could be together again after so many detours.

Feng Che said he couldn't, Huo Xing said he couldn't, and even Xiao Yan's good friend Su Jingyu said he couldn't.

Only Xiao Yan and she did not believe in fate. Even after separating so far away, they were still trying their best to run, and once again, entangled the two separated horizontal lines together.

No matter how awkward it was, Qiao Mo knew in her heart that it would still be a detour. Sooner or later, they would still have to be together, but it was just that they were both looking for an opportunity.

At least, in her heart, she thought so.

Even if … Even though Song Xiazhi had his child, she still loved him.

She suddenly wanted to tell him something he didn't know. "I was going to marry Huo Xing."

"Yeah, I know."

"But not now."

"Well, because you're still my wife."

Qiao Mo never thought that they would one day be so magnanimous in front of each other.

Qiao Mo closed her eyes and took a deep breath. The hand around Xiao Yan's neck grabbed tightly onto the ring finger, the one he had worn on his finger that he could no longer take off. His voice became choked with sobs, "The ring … I really can't take it off. "

"Look, God doesn't want us to get divorced either." Xiao Yan paused for a moment, then said, "Qiao Mo, I don't feel that I have hurt you, I just want to let go of it. On the contrary, I feel that the more I have hurt you, the more I have to make up for it.

Qiao Mo closed his eyes tightly, hot tears still flowing out from his eyes.

However, his lips curled up slightly.

— What kind of nonsense is this?

Xiao Yan carried Qiao Mo all the way to the hotel. After putting her down, Qiao Mo was just about to take off her shoes and check on her injuries, and then raise her head to look at him. He sat on a chair to the side and had no intention of leaving.

Qiao Mo frowned, and ordered them to leave: "You may leave now."

Xiao Yan did not move, he just sat there like an old man, not moving at all. He replied coldly: "I brought you back with good intentions, and you treat your savior like this?"

"... "Then what do you want?"

Qiao Mo had never been able to do anything to him, and now that he was imploring her to do something, she had no other choice.

Xiao Yan stood up, walked to the bedside and openly laid on the only single bed in the room.

Qiao Mo's brows furrowed even more as her anger gushed out. "Hey, you sleep here, where am I going?"

He suddenly pulled her into his arms when she wasn't prepared. She fell unsteadily onto the bed, and when he closed his eyes, he didn't feel uncomfortable at all. Instead, he hugged her tightly, "I've already done it. What's wrong with sleeping on the same bed?"

She was still struggling in the beginning, but when she heard these words, she felt that she had become unreasonable. Since they were already husband and wife, what difference did it make if they slept together?

However, their current relationship wasn't like a normal couple. No matter how awkward and awkward it was, it seemed too unreasonable.

She patted him. "I'm going to take a shower. Let me go."

He opened his eyes and looked at her, letting her go, glancing at her feet. "Are you sure you can take a bath like this?"

"..." It seemed impossible.

He slapped his thigh. "Put your feet up here."

She stared blankly at him, not understanding what he was trying to do. He furrowed his brows and said impatiently, "Bring it on."

Qiao Mo slowly put her feet on his legs, he took off her shoes and socks, and held her slender white ankles with her warm palms. With a strong grip, she seemed to have heard the sound of bones breaking, and she took a deep breath.

It was only a matter of time before he put her foot down and said, "You go and see."

She stepped on the slippers in the bedroom. Her injured foot was on the floor and she could walk. Although it was still painful, it was no longer as painful as before.

Xiao Yan usually acted like a foppish young lord from an aristocratic family. He didn't think that he would even treat his wounds, as if he had seen through her suspicions. He continued, "I learnt some techniques in the past two years."

When Qiao Mo came out from the bathroom, she was already asleep on the bed. She laid on the bed, and with a slight turn of her head, her face could be seen, the single bed was too small, and there was only a single blanket on it, she couldn't move it at all.

It was rare to see him this sleepy. Was it because of the time difference?

When he rushed over, he looked worn out from the journey and even his coat was slightly wrinkled.

Normally, with his well-dressed clothes, he would never allow himself to be slovenly like this.

She was about to turn her back on him when he snorted and pulled her into his embrace, his movements skilled and natural.

She didn't dare to move, so she simply let him hug her.

The Mount Switzerland's snow illuminated the room. The man beside her was sleeping soundly, but she was unable to fall asleep no matter what.

There were some things that she did not dare to think about, nor would she think about.

For example, why did this man appear here without any forewarning?

And why? They had clearly said that they wouldn't be together, yet now they were hugging each other like this, as if they deeply loved each other.

Qiao Mo thought about that night two years ago when they stayed in the Qingcheng. If time could reverse, if she knew about Xiao Yan's illness, if she knew … She would definitely agree to leave Seahold with him and everyone else.

However, there was no medicine for regret in this world.

She gently turned her body in his embrace and faced his sleeping face. Her slender fingers slowly drew out his deep brows.

— If only Song Xiazhi wasn't pregnant.

Perhaps they could still be together again.

The next morning, Xiao Yan did not have any intentions of leaving. After finishing his breakfast at the hotel, he even chatted with Qiao Mo's tour guide at the side for a while. Qiao Mo frowned as he looked in their direction, but when they were about to leave, Xiao Yan had actually followed them up the mountain.

Qiao Mo had no choice but to follow everyone as long as they handed in money. This was everyone's freedom, she couldn't say anything, but, on a journey that originally belonged to one person, there was suddenly a person that made her feel awkward and a little disappointed.

's palm was burning hot, as though it was the same temperature that had stayed in his palm last night. It had not left yet, and this sparkling white, seemed to be like the ankle that had been gripped in his hand last night.

Xiao Yan's heart, for some unknown reason, slightly moved, and was pushed away.