C144 Men who hold their breath are prone to problems

After they made love, Qiao Mo sat at the edge of the window while wearing the blanket and took a bath.

The water in the bathroom spluttered. Originally, this man had insisted on carrying her into the bathroom to bathe with him. However, the result of a mandarin duck bath definitely wasn't as simple as just taking a bath.

His whole body was drenched in sweat. Now that his sweat had been dried by his body temperature, every pore of his skin was open and his skin was thin and cold.

Qiao Mo tightened the blanket on him, and looked out the window at the stars in the sea lighting up.

Xiao Yan came out of the bathroom feeling refreshed. He looked to be in good spirits, with his short, wet hair, he covered his eyes with his face.

He saw Qiao Mo sitting on the side of the window as she moved forward with her long legs. From behind her, he pulled her slim body into his embrace.

Lowering his head, kissing her heart, he asked hoarsely, "Why are you sitting here? Aren't you afraid of the cold? "

In this room, there was a lot of heat, but it was actually not too cold. Qiao Mo's body turned cold, her hands turned ice-cold.

The man's large hand was moving erratically in front of her chest. However, Qiao Mo's brows turned cold as she looked back at him.

The movements of the slender hand froze for a moment.

Xiao Yan's previous anger had long since vanished like smoke in thin air. When he heard that she and Huo Xing actually did not have any children, he actually did not feel angry in his heart at all.

He lowered his handsome face and pressed it against her cold little face, hugging her tightly. "If we quarrel, you must escape. Next time, can you not run away?"

Qiao Mo frowned slightly, "I didn't have the intention to escape just now."

"Then what are you going to do? You're not planning to run away? "

Xiao Yan's sharp eyes stared right at her, and his clear pupils allowed him to see through everything in her eyes.

"I'm just going to dump the trash and take a walk around the neighborhood."

"Really?" Xiao Yan asked in doubt.

Qiao Mo bit her lips and said, "If not, what do you think would happen? "I said that I wouldn't run again …"

The man lowered his head and kissed her cheek. Closing his eyes, he lightly sniffed the faint fragrance on her body and spoke in a low voice, "Little Mo, I'm really afraid that you'll run away again …"

Qiao Mo was slightly startled.

He took a deep breath. He couldn't vent the anger in his heart no matter what.

He turned around and hugged his neck, "I'm eating contraceptive pill, I just don't want to get pregnant right now."

She only ate contraceptive pill because she felt that now was not the right time to become pregnant. Furthermore, she still had some lingering fear towards her two lost children.

Xiao Yan had calmed down. With his shrewdness, how could he not understand Qiao Mo's thoughts?

He wrapped his arm around her slender back and patted her lightly. "We'll take it when you want it."

Qiao Mo's dry eyes were a little wet, but her heart was moved.

"Go take a bath, I'll go heat up the food."

Qiao Mo nodded, holding onto her clothes obediently, she entered the bathroom.

… ….

After Qiao Mo finished showering, she came down from the bedroom upstairs and smelled the fragrance of food.

He was probably really hungry. The consequence of overexerting himself must be exhaustion.

But looking at Xiao Yan, he did not seem like the person who had put in the effort.

His energy and vitality seemed to have been revived in this area. To Qiao Mo, it was not actually a good thing.

At least, she would be the one to suffer.

After eating, Qiao Mo put down her tableware. With a solemn expression, she said righteously: "Xiao Yan, let's make a rule."

Xiao Yan frowned, seeing how serious she was, he thought it was some important matter, so he put down his chopsticks and looked at her, listening intently.

She coughed a few times, then lowered her eyes and said in an extremely quiet voice, "I can only do it three times a week for the next two days, so it's not good for you and me."

Her voice was extremely soft, and Xiao Yan frowned, as if he really did not hear her, but also seemed to have done it on purpose.

"What did you say?"

Qiao Mo swallowed his saliva, raised her head and looked straight at him, then bit her lips and said: "I said, you can only do it three times a week, and not more."

Firstly, it was because her strength was limited, and secondly, he was severely ill. Qiao Mo thought that doing things according to the rules too often should be bad for his body.

Xiao Yan held his hands together, and lazily sat there quietly, as if he was deep in thought for a long time. Finally, he silently spoke: "Three times a week, don't you feel that you're stripping me of my rights as a man?"

Qiao Mo was speechless, "..."

Why did she feel that the atmosphere was so strange? How could someone be discussing this matter in all seriousness?

Do you want to talk to him a few times a week?

But in reality, Qiao Mo was indeed the one who was overthinking things. This kind of thing happened several times a week, it was entirely Xiao Yan's decision, or even … Several times a night.

Qiao Mo was a little short and took a step back, "Alright, then only four times a week."

The man's deep black eyes looked at her fixedly. His thin lips parted slightly, "Twice a day, fourteen times a week. You can't miss a single time."

Qiao Mo silently broke out in a cold sweat for herself, "... "Too much, it's bad for the body."

The man's gaze turned slightly cold. He didn't have the slightest intention to continue discussing further.

Qiao Mo pursed her lips, "Hey, I was the one who was discussing with you, not you …"

"I think three times a day is good enough." The man spoke in a light tone.

Qiao Mo's back broke out in cold sweat, "... It's better if we do it twice a day. "

Only then did the man's thin lips curve a little.

He straightened his body and stretched out his arm. "Didn't you want to go for a walk? Let's go for a stroll at the seaside."

Qiao Mo really wanted to roll her eyes. If she wanted to go out for a stroll, then she would at least have the strength to do so. But now, after being pestered by him for such an intense exercise, he felt that she still had the strength to go out for a stroll on the streets?

"I'm a little tired."

Qiao Mo did not stand up, nor did she move.

Xiao Yan stood in front of her and slightly leaned forward, his voice low and hoarse.

Qiao Mo's face had a faint blush on it, and she responded almost inaudibly, "Mhm."

Before she could even raise her face, her body was lifted up into the air.

Xiao Yan carried her and walked upstairs.

Qiao Mo calmly leaned into his embrace, her hands wrapped around his neck, and asked with some complaint: "It's obviously you who helped, but why am I the one who is tired?"

The difference between men and women had always been great, especially in this matter.

After a man had vented his anger, he would often feel refreshed and refreshed. Women, on the other hand, were forever too tired to even lift a finger.

Xiao Yan gave a low laugh, his smile playful and ambiguous, "Don't you know, men who hold themselves back will often have problems."

Qiao Mo raised her gaze, and quietly looked at the side profile of his face, "... Ah Yan? "

"Hmm?"

"Have you been holding back for the past two years?"

Xiao Yan raised his eyebrows and frowned slightly.

He lowered his head and looked at the little girl in his arms. His clear and limpid eyes stared at her, and his fair face was flushed red from the shimmer. His elegance didn't lose its charm.

He lowered his head and placed it next to her ear, gently biting her ear. "Based on my performance these past few days, do you think that I've been holding it in for too long?"

Hold back... After a long time.

Qiao Mo moved her hot little face, but he still spoke word by word: "Qiao Mo, you said that you wanted to make up for the two years of vacant space by providing me with quite a bit of it."

She … It was just a random remark.

How could he remember so clearly?

Returning to his bedroom, Xiao Yan was just about to make up for the two years of empty space on Qiao Mo's body, when the phone beside the table rang.

Under his pressure, Qiao Mo did not care at all, and insisted on lowering his head to kiss her.

Qiao Mo pressed both hands against his chest, "What if it's an important phone call?"

"Never mind."

Big hands, holding her small hands, pressed down on the bed, fingers interlaced.

Meanwhile, his kiss was scorching hot, as if it was wrapped in raging flames as it fell from the sky.

"Hey …" "Mobile phone..."

It was as if the phone call would not end until its owner answered.

A wave of annoyance flashed past Xiao Yan's eyes.

Suppressing his anger, he stretched out his long arm and quickly hooked the phone by the side of the table into his hand.

The caller ID showed a jump in his forehead.

Seeing his startled reaction, Qiao Mo did not even need to think to know who the caller was.

Xiao Yan looked deeply at her for a moment before he took his mobile and walked out of the bedroom without a word.

On the balcony, Xiao Yan spoke to Song Xiazhi on his mobile.

"What is it?"

Song Xiazhi received the news that Xiao Yan had already returned, but after Xiao Yan returned, she did not return home. Her natural disposition was sensitive and suspicious, and he was very afraid that Xiao Yan was already together with Qiao Mo right now.

"Big Brother Xiao, I …" I heard from Assistant Zhao that you have returned, you …? "

She really wanted to ask "why aren't you going home", but Xiao Yan cut her off, "I'm not coming back tonight."

Her words were like a bucket of cold water, splashing her from head to toe.

"Xiao … "Big brother Xiao, our child and I …"

"I know. I'll go home tomorrow. Let's talk."

Song Xiazhi swallowed the rest of her words back into her stomach. She wanted to say that she and her child missed him a lot.

Xiao Yan's words faintly made her feel uneasy. Talk?

What about?

Could it be … Qiao Mo is really back?

Furthermore, Qiao Mo and Big Brother Xiao were married, so on this point, she was at a disadvantage.

"Rest early."

Xiao Yan gave the orders and then hung up.

Turning around, he saw Qiao Mo standing behind the balcony.

Barefooted, not even wearing slippers, she rested one hand on the door frame and stared at him.

Xiao Yan slightly sighed, put away his mobile phone in his pocket, and strode over. His gaze was fixated on her small face, but asked: "Why aren't you wearing shoes?"

Qiao Mo also looked into his eyes. "I really wanted to come out and see what you and Song Xiazhi would say, then I forgot to wear it."

Xiao Yan was startled, but he still laughed involuntarily in the end. He raised his hand, bent his forefinger, and lightly scraped against her small nose.

"Did you all hear that?"

Qiao Mo suddenly reached out and hugged him, "Ah Yan."

"Hmm?"

"Nothing, I just wanted to call you."

Qiao Mo sniffed, and with Xiao Yan supporting him on her butt, she carried him in front of her chest, and directly entered the house.

Qiao Mo's legs were wrapped around his waist, tightly hugging onto his neck, not wanting to let go even for a moment.

During the two years of separation, Qiao Mo had intentionally suppressed her obsession, but in that hug, she was able to read Qiao Mo's longing for him.

The two of them held each other as Qiao Mo leaned into his embrace, curled up like a baby, and embedded into his wide embrace.

His embrace wasn't warm, but it made her feel incomparably safe.

Xiao Yan held her right hand that was wearing the wedding ring, and quietly stroked the diamond on the ring's surface. He kissed the back of her neck and said hoarsely, "Little Mo, tell me about what happened to you in New York."

He also wanted to know how she passed those two years.

Qiao Mo took a deep breath, turned around and buried her face in Yun Che's chest. Her entire person was locked in his embrace as she said in a low and muffled voice, "I don't want to say it."

"Hmm?" Xiao Yan hugged her, his chin gently stroking her heart.

Qiao Mo bit her lips and said sullenly: "It's really embarrassing, so I don't want to say it. "But if I don't say it, I'm afraid you don't know how much I miss you."