C227 Urgent and strong love

"Little Mo."

Xiao Yan bent over her shoulder and softly called out to her.

"Hmm?"

"It does hurt."

She put down the thing in her hand, picked up his injured finger, and blew on it. "Be good and blow on it."

His heart warmed as he hugged her tightly and said, "Little Mo, let's go home tomorrow, okay?"

"Huh?"

She was surprised, "Didn't you say we are going out to play? Besides, I think you might have some business to attend to. Are you sure? "

Actually, she should be happy that he took the initiative to return home, but she was also afraid that he was coaxing her and lying to her.

"Nothing much, just a casual remark. "I'm a bit hungry."

He quickly regained his senses and let go of her.

Qiao Mo was a little dazed, and said "Oh", "I'll do it right away, go out and wait."

After Qiao Mo finished cooking, when she brought the dishes out, she sat in the living room in a daze.

Qiao Mo called out to him, "Hey, who are you thinking about? "So engrossed …"

Actually, she was a bit annoyed. His attention, from the moment they met until now, had not been on her at all.

If she had bumped into the doorknob before, he would definitely have found out immediately. Moreover, he didn't even know what he had done to make her look like. His heart ached. But now, it was completely the opposite. He had always been in a daze, and after getting injured a little, Qiao Mo's heart ached.

Actually, this was also good for him as well. After all, the one he had to pay was him, and she could also pay a lot for him and coax him to be happy.

But, Xiao Yan was obviously not in his best condition.

Qiao Mo gave him some food and asked: "Is it delicious?"

Xiao Yan nodded his head lightly, "The taste is not bad, I didn't expect Little Mo's cooking skills to be so good."

However, it was a pity. It might be difficult to eat in the future.

Qiao Mo laughed.

Xiao Yan suddenly looked at her and finally noticed something. Ever since she saw her, she had never smiled again. He always had a worried expression on his face when it came to matters between them. Even when he smiled, it was very faint, and there was no trace of a smile in the depths of her eyes.

But now, there was a hint of a smile in her eyes as she continued to feed him, "If it's delicious, eat more. In the future, I'll cook and let you rest."

Xiao Yan thought that if Qiao Mo did not cook for a long time, her culinary skills would become worse.

Looks like there really is no need to worry about the problem of warming up one's appetite.

… ….

That night, Xiao Yan went to sleep very early. After cleaning up, he took a shower, ran to his bed, and laid down. He looked at him for a long time before finally falling asleep.

In the middle of the night, she heard a vague sound and opened her eyes. A figure suddenly fell over, startling her.

The man's body pressed down onto her directly. Qiao Mo had originally already sat up, but was pushed down onto the bed.

"Did you drink?"

She could tell at a glance that his face was abnormally pale. When she got closer, she could smell the strong smell of alcohol.

Earlier, he took advantage of her sleep to go down and drink?

How could he do this? And why drink?

Qiao Mo was a little angry, and was truly a little unhappy. She stared into his eyes and asked: "Xiao Yan, what are you trying to do? "Going out for a drink in the middle of the night, if I just wake up, do you want me to worry again?"

Xiao Yan was stunned by her scolding, and did not say a word. He then raised his head and looked at her silently.

Perhaps it was the effect of the alcohol, but his eyes were especially bright, as if they reflected a pool of water where clouds had gathered and scattered all over the sky.

However, his face was pale and haggard. His lips moved twice, and he seemed like a feeble and powerless person that had reached the end of time. In the end, he did not make a single sound.

Qiao Mo was originally filled with anger and resentment that she had been holding in for several days without any place to vent it out. However, when they saw his expression, it disappeared in an instant.

Seeing that he was still in a daze, Qiao Mo finally couldn't hold on anymore and reached out to hug him.

"What's wrong? What happened to you recently? Is it because I'm too tired? "

It was hot, but his body was cold, even colder than the air conditioner behind him.

Xiao Yan hugged her tightly as well, before struggling free from his embrace. He then asked once more, "What happened to you in the end?"

He looked down at her, as if he had a lot to say. He hesitated for a moment, then lowered his head and kissed her firmly.

The strong smell of alcohol directly entered her mouth.

He was on top of her, all the way down her lips, her chin, her neck. She kissed him passionately.

When he tried to undo the buttons on her chest, she instinctively wanted to dodge, but her body was tightly pressed down by him, unable to move even a single inch.

There was no cold air in the room. Qiao Mo was tightly locked in her embrace with sweat all over and quickly gave up struggling. She only slowly closed her eyes.

In the darkness before her, she could feel his urgent and intense desire.

Like a burning flame, it made her mouth go dry.

His fingers slid down her spine, gently, like a feather.

Her breathing quickened and she could not help but tremble.

He was so eager to take over her body that there was almost no foreplay.

She only felt an intense pain as her originally blurry consciousness suddenly became clear.

he subconsciously resisted, "Ah Yan... Be careful... "Baby …"

He seemed to be aware of her resistance, and his movements softened.

"Little Mo."

His voice whispered her name.

Again and again: "Little Mo... Little Mo … "

Those two simple words made her feel as if she had been possessed by a magic spell. She gradually relaxed and stretched out her hand to touch his back.

She used her fingers to feel the warmth of his body, his perspiring skin, and his rapid, violent heartbeat.

He quickly climbed to the peak. After trembling violently, he gradually regained his calm.

Their sweat merged together.

Until the end, that intense pain came once again.

She could not help but shiver. Her entire body was covered in sweat, sticky and extremely uncomfortable.

He felt like his bones had been sucked out of him. He didn't even have the strength to move a finger. He could only lie weakly in his arms.

He held her and kissed her forehead carefully and gently.

She raised her face and met his bright eyes.

"How can you have drunken chaos? I'm still carrying a child, Mr. Xiao. "

He knew that he was hurting her, so he regretfully sighed, "I'm sorry."

Her forehead still had beads of sweat, making her face look a little haggard. Her soft appearance made people feel pity for her, "It's alright, Mr. Xiao."

Hearing this, he was startled for a moment, then he hugged her even more tightly.

She moved her hand slowly in front of his body. Her small hand rested on his stomach. It felt a little cold.

Qiao Mo asked with a pained heart: "Drinking in the middle of the night, does your stomach ache?"

He opened his mouth slowly and said, "I used to be too young and feel like I'm made of iron. When I'm busy, I don't care about anything else. Besides, in the early days of the business, a lot of things had to be done. "So my stomach isn't that good either. Drinking in the middle of the night really hurts."

Qiao Mo suddenly opened her mouth and bit his shoulder, fiercely saying: "You know your stomach isn't good, yet you drank in the middle of the night? What makes you so depressed? Did you feel aggrieved? "

Xiao Yan groaned in pain.

Qiao Mo could not help but ask again, "How much did you drink? Did she feel uncomfortable? I'll go and prepare some honey water for you now, do you want it? "

He shook his head, completely oblivious. "I'm fine."

She was about to get up when he grabbed her and pulled her back into his arms. "Don't go."

She said no more, just held him tight.

After a while, she suddenly said: "Ah Yan, for me, for our baby, you have to take good care of your own body, okay? You know, I can't stand to have my closest people leave me again. "

After saying this, she slightly tightened her arms, trembling. Like a timid child, she tightly held onto him, unwilling to let go.

His heart trembled and a warm current quickly spread throughout his body.

"Little Mo?"

"Hmm?"

"Let's go home tomorrow. Can you cook for me from now on? "

Qiao Mo lifted up her face, her eyes sparkling. Looking at him in anticipation, she finally said a word, "Okay."

She thought for a moment, then said, "Then you are responsible for washing the dishes."

"Alright."

"And you still have to get off work on time every day. Accompany me to buy groceries."

"Alright."

"You're not allowed to go out and drink without my permission."

"Alright."

"Also..." Qiao Mo stretched out her arms and tightly hugged his neck, muttering to herself, "You're not allowed to disappear while playing anymore."

She looked up at him, the tip of her nose touching his.

"I love you, you know."

"... "I know."

After Qiao Mo finished speaking, she leaned against his chest and tightly closed her eyes.

… ….

The morning of the second day, Xiao Yan brought Qiao Mo and left New York to board the plane.

On the plane, Qiao Mo did not feel sleepy, but on the contrary, she leaned on her seat and fell asleep quietly. Qiao Mo held onto her arm and stood there, quietly watching Xiao Yan's sleeping face.

When he slept, he restrained all his ferocity, like a pure boy, and reached out to touch his thick black hair.

Her delicate little hand lightly scratched his black hair.

His breathing was somewhat heavy.

Like, very tired.

Qiao Mo's face was also pale. She pressed her forehead against hers and muttered in her heart, Could Ah Yan have gotten sick?

Why does he look so weak?

His forehead was dripping cold.

Qiao Mo worriedly pursed her lips and asked the air stewardess for a blanket to cover him.

Her actions were very light, but it still alarmed him.

The man opened his black eyes and looked at the little woman in front of him. He reached out his hand to hold her small hand that covered him with a blanket and asked with a frown, "How long have I slept for?"

"Oh, it's been a while. "Are you tired? Sleep a little longer."

Xiao Yan's body was truly very weak. He did not refuse, and only closed his eyes and fell back asleep.

Qiao Mo reached out and hugged him.

Qiao Mo didn't want to think about why he hadn't given her any news for the past twenty odd days. She also didn't want to think about whether he had really fallen in love with another woman.