C141 Little monsters will thrive

The snow on the Mount Switzerland outside the window was still drifting about, and inside the house, it was as warm as spring.

The woman below Xiao Yan had misty eyes that could captivate the hearts of others.

Qiao Mo smiled and she stared at him without blinking, "You are just like this, even if it is this matter, you have to be in complete dominance. Xiao Yan, do you think that everything is within your control, even if it is this matter of me falling in love with you?"

He lowered his head and covered the edge of her ear that was so white that it was translucent. He said with a playful smile, "You will love me about this matter, perhaps it was once under my control, but I will love you about this matter, and it is perhaps the thing that I have lost control over the most in my life. Besides loving you, there is also …"

"Hmm?" Qiao Mo turned and look at him.

A hint of cunning and ridicule could be seen in his sunken eyes as he said, "I, love, love, and you. This matter should also be unexpected."

Qiao Mo was startled, she was stunned for a second, and when she understood what he meant, she immediately patted his chest, her ears were red, her face was red: "Rascal!"

Xiao Yan grabbed onto her wrist, kissed her and sighed softly at the same time: "Don't move, I haven't felt this kind of feeling in two years. If you move again, it might truly be life-threatening. "

Qiao Mo was startled, and immediately froze. With a red face, she asked softly: "You and Song Xiazhi …?"

Qiao Mo realized that the usually skilled Xiao Yan was actually acting like a little kid today. He did not have any skills at all, and also …

Had he lost his memory and forgotten how to do such a thing? Even if they forgot, then he and Song Xiazhi …

"Don't let your imagination run wild."

Xiao Yan had only lost these three words before he went back to look for skills and senses.

Qiao Mo felt a little uncomfortable as she placed her hands on his shoulders and slightly frowned. "Wrong."

Qiao Mo had originally wanted to endure it and not speak of it. After all, men take pride in such matters, not to mention … In the past, he was an expert in such matters.

And now … He looked more like a teenager who had just started tasting the forbidden fruit.

Xiao Yan's fair and handsome face revealed an awkward blush.

"Sorry."

Qiao Mo turned her face elsewhere, reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, then took the initiative to wrap Shuangyue around his tall waist.

She shut her mouth and bashfully bit her lips, reminding him with a soft voice, "It's here …" You. "Stop messing around."

Xiao Yan's ears were tinged red, his hands controlling her legs to attack uncontrollably.

Qiao Mo felt pain and gasped for air, "Be gentler …"

"Then, do it again?" He seemed to be asking her a question, but he was already like a curious baby, starting a second time. He bit her ear and said hoarsely, "This time, I will do very well."

"You …" Qiao Mo was speechless.

This man … She wondered if he was doing it on purpose.

After doing it three times, Xiao Yan's performance became better each time.

Qiao Mo lied in his arms, both of them sweating profusely.

Qiao Mo was so tired that she did not even want to move a finger.

Could Xiao Yan's loss of all his memories, including the actions that a human would usually do, his performance just now, make Song Xiazhi become pregnant?

"Xiao Yan, I want to ask you a question."

Actually, this question was a little difficult for Qiao Mo to answer. After all, it was related to the dignity of men.

"Yes."

Qiao Mo looked up into his black eyes. "You're so unfamiliar with this matter, then you and Song Xiazhi … She … How did she get pregnant? "

Xiao Yan also noticed that something was wrong and frowned slightly, "I'm not sure either, but I was drunk that night. But only once. "

"Once?" Qiao Mo was in disbelief.

In the past, although Xiao Yan didn't owe his a lot, he would be troubled at least six days every week for seven days.

"Are you saying that you've only touched her once in two years?"

"Yes."

Xiao Yan didn't seem to want to bring up this topic. These past two years, his side of things was extremely abnormal to Su Jingyu.

For a normal thirty-four-year-old man to not need physical venting in two years, there was actually something wrong with that.

He didn't really want to talk to Qiao Mo about this matter. Men often wanted more dignity in front of the women they liked compared to other people.

He wanted his woman to worship him forever, and in her eyes, he wanted him to be perfect.

Qiao Mo reached out her hand, held Xiao Yan's awkward face and turned around, "What you mean is, Song Xiazhi has accompanied you for two years, but you don't have any feelings for her?"

was also a normal girl. Although she was a woman, everyone liked to look into the root of problems.

Xiao Yan pursed his lips, "If I had feelings for her, I wouldn't be so unfamiliar with this matter right now."

When Qiao Mo had not appeared, even he herself was about to think that there was a problem with his side.

Otherwise, how could he face any woman without any expectations?

Qiao Mo suddenly wanted to laugh. She hugged his neck and burst out laughing.

Xiao Yan ruthlessly pinched her waist with his big hand, his face was stern and cold, "Is it funny?"

Qiao Mo immediately shut her mouth, Xiao Yan originally had more face than normal men, what's more, in this kind of situation where she could not do it.

"No..."

Sure enough, the man got angry. He turned his back and only gave her a back.

Qiao Mo pursed her lips into a smile, and poked his tall back. "Hey …"

A certain man did not move a muscle and did not have any intention of paying any attention to her.

Qiao Mo closed her door, but refused to budge. "Xiao Yan, I'm not laughing at you."

She really did not laugh at him. On the contrary, she felt that this Xiao Yan was very real and very close to her.

Qiao Mo saw that a certain man was still acting so arrogantly, so she reached out from his back and grabbed his back, then wrapped herself around his waist.

"Now that I'm back, the little monster will get back on its feet …"

Suddenly, her small hand was tightly clasped by the man's slender hand.

The man suddenly turned around and pressed her down. With a threatening gaze, he stared at her bright red face and asked, "Are you saying that you'll make up to one percent of the total number of vacancies you have for the past two years?"

Qiao Mo was startled as she widened her watery eyes. His kiss was already covered by the veil, and it was overbearing and suffocating.

"Hey …"

The man bit her lips and said in an ambiguous tone, "You know, if you touch it like this, the little monster will become a big monster …"

Qiao Mo was short of words, "... You are shameless. "

"Hey …" Don't touch randomly! "

"Little Mo, I still want more."

"This won't do. If this goes on tonight, my physical strength will be depleted!"

"Little Mo …"

A certain man tried his best to tease her by her ear.

Qiao Mo looked at him unhappily, and when she saw his "pitiful" gaze, she stared at him.

His heart softened and he hugged him back. He hadn't solved a biological problem in two years, so he should … He must be holding his breath.

"Alright, then we'll do it again, just once!"

"Mm, I'll keep my word."

Two people, like a child who steals food, fall into the whirlpool of love together.

Tonight, Xiao Yan was like a big boy, pestering her, asking her over and over again. He buried himself in her mouth, as if he was researching something.

Qiao Mo felt like shyly burning her body when he looked at her.

His hands lightly covered his deep, restrained eyes. "Don't look like that …"

Xiao Yan pulled away her small hands and looked at his wife. Besides, he wanted to be a good girl … Look at her.

"I want to have a good look at you."

Qiao Mo's understanding and Xiao Yan's understanding were obviously not on the same level.

Qiao Mo looked up, and also looked at him, "Look."

The man's eyes darkened and his body sank from the blanket.

Qiao Mo: "..."

What he meant by look. It was looking at the entire body.

The snow outside the window silently floated, and it was especially cold in the middle of the night. However, Qiao Mo felt that this night was warmer than any other night.

This year, Xiao Yan was thirty-four years old, but he looked like an eighteen year old boy. He leaned against Qiao Mo's chest, and let Qiao Mo hug his head.

Qiao Mo's slender fingers touched a scar that was slightly protruding from his thick hair.

It should have been left over from a craniotomy.

Her heart suddenly tightened, and she felt a little pain. "Ah Yan, is the craniotomy painful?"

Xiao Yan shook his head, "I was under anesthesia, so I didn't feel anything."

But Qiao Mo knew, that it would definitely hurt. She said, "I will never leave you again."

Xiao Yan pulled her hand away, and floated back up to the surface. Looking at her, he shed two streams of clear and wet tears on his small face, and lightly caressed his tear-stained fingers as his gaze became serious and solemn, "This is what you said. Qiao Mo, you must remember this. "

Qiao Mo wrapped her arms around his neck, raised her head, and kissed his lips.

After separating for two years, how could she miss him? Even if she just continued to kiss like this until the end of time, it was still not enough.

Xiao Yan cupped the back of her head and kissed her deeply.

"You know, if you kiss it again, it's going to get out of hand."

Qiao Mo's curled eyelashes were stained with crystal clear tears, and her clear eyes that were filled with mist smiled slightly, "Then don't tidy it up …"

The night was dark, and the people who loved each other embraced each other, warming the entire cold night.

… ….

The next morning, Qiao Mo woke up early and packed her and Xiao Yan's clothes.

On the small sickbed, Xiao Yan was still lying down and continued sleeping.

Qiao Mo snickered, finding it funny. Finally, on one thing, Xiao Yan had put in more effort than her.

The Xiao Yan before him would only become braver with each battle when it came to this sort of matter. He would never be like this, a boy who had just experienced the matters of love.

Qiao Mo was moved. She laid on the side of the bed, with her hands behind her head, she looked at Su Yun quietly.

His eyelashes were clear, not any shorter than hers.

"Ah Yan."

She gently called out to him. The man on the sickbed was sleeping soundly, with no signs of movement.

It seemed that he was right. He rushed from Sea City to Switzerland, travel worn, and had not even slept a single time. He had fallen into the snow together with her.

How could he not be tired?

Qiao Mo reached out and covered the back of his hand, gently shaking it, "Ah Yan, wake up."

Xiao Yan's eyes were drowsy, the usual cold and solemn atmosphere, had turned lazy and gentle this morning.

"Sleep a little longer …"

With that, he reached out and brought Qiao Mo, who was half squatting on the sickbed, onto the bed, and hugged her tightly. His handsome face was buried under her neck as he softly muttered: "Come and sleep with me for a while more."

Qiao Mo was already awake, she opened her eyes and played with his slender white fingers, "But I have already left the ward, in a while, the nurse and the cleaning staff should be coming to clean."

"Follow me back to Seahold?" he asked.

Although he was still sleepy and his thoughts weren't clear, he had asked this question.

Qiao Mo nodded his head, "This time, I don't want to avoid it. I will face this together with you."

Even if it was to give her, give them a chance.

— She didn't want to leave him.