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He fiercely pecked a few times on Qiao Mu's red lips. The sweat on his forehead flowed down his cheeks and his voice was hoarse and dark.

"Little demon spirit, are you trying to hook your husband to death?"

The alcohol dispersed and Qiao Mu became even more drunk. If it weren't for Xi Muqiao pressing her against the wall, she would have slipped to the ground. She buried his head in her neck and rubbed his long eyelashes against her warm skin as he muttered the word 'heat' nonstop.

Xi Muqiao's entire body was extremely tense. As his eyelashes brushed against his neck, it was as if feathers were brushing against his heart, causing his heart to itch. He allowed the little bastard in his embrace to rub against him endlessly like a little cat.

"I'm hot …"

He lowered his head to look at the confused Qiao Mu. He picked up the drunk Qiao Mu and quickly strode to the chuang, threw the person inside and took off her shoes.

The cold bed made Qiao Mu let out a comfortable hmph. She rolled around in the bed like a child, from one side of the bed to the other, and then back again.

He kept mumbling about how hot it was, and his short, sweaty hair swept across the pure white chuang paper, leaving a dark trail of water.

Xi Mubai had just pulled the sheet off her body, but she rolled it up again and pulled it down to the end. The man got angry and rudely grabbed the chuang sheet and rolled Qiao Mu out. Seeing that he was about to roll off the floor, he quickly threw the chuang aside and grabbed onto Little Rascal's back to keep it warm.

The grab didn't matter, and with a click, Simujo froze.

It was unknown if it was because Qiao Mu's clothes were old or because she bought a stall, but the belt on her clothes was broken. The corner of Xi Muqiao's mouth twitched and she looked at the little bastard who had collapsed.

He pulled Qiao Mu to the middle of the giant chuan, his deep black eyes looking tenderly at the little person on top of the chuang. She was still shouting for heat with her red lips.

Without hesitation, he leaned over her, lowered his head, and kissed her lightly on the cheek.

Qiao Mu turned her face to the side and burped. Then, she opened her misty eyes and gave Xi Muqiao a push.

Caught off guard, Xi Muqiao was pushed to the side.

"Ugh …"

The world became quiet …

Xi Muqiao desperately closed his eyes, feeling the warmth of the vicious moon. His expression immediately darkened, and the fire within his body instantly disappeared without a trace. Damn it, it was best if it was not as he had imagined.

However, this was the truth. He quickly ran into the bathroom, and before he could take off his clothes, the rustling sound of water could be heard. His face was distorted, his complexion ashen.

He rubbed his chest with all his might. He rubbed the shower gel over and over again. The skin around his chest was rubbed red, and spots of red seeped out of the surface of his skin.

His handsome face darkened as he gnashed his teeth. "Damn you, little bastard!"

When he went out again, the culprit was no longer on the chuang. Shocked, he quickly ran over and found Qiao Mu mopping around on the chuang carpet.

She was hot now, and the carpet was cool, and she felt comfortable.

Xi Muqiao let out a breath of relief. His slender eyes narrowed. He did not intend to pick her up, but extended his large foot and lightly kicked Qiao Mu's butt, knocking her to the side.

"So dirty!" Scram! As punishment, I shall lie on the ground first! "

He lowered his head to look at the red spot in front of Yue Sha, and his face turned dark again. A cold light shot at the unconscious culprit, and he felt extremely uncomfortable. His mind was filled with that vomit!

Damn it, it was so disgusting! He has a germaphobia, a germaphobe!

After finally changing the chuang list, he directly stripped Little Rascal of its clothes on the carpet and tossed it as far as possible. Looking at Little Rascal, he could feel his Adam's apple moving up and down, but he did not have much of a reaction.

Her mood was cloudy and her body was in a slumber. Qiao Mu was now just like a cabbage to him.

He carried the cabbage to the bathroom, stuffed it into the tub, pressed the button, and let the water out.

"Wash it yourself!"

This room was Xi Muqiao's personal room. Naturally, the decorations inside were extremely high-end and the bathtub was like a small swimming pool.

Qiao Mu swam around in it comfortably and finally got tired. She laid on the edge of the bathtub and squinted her eyes comfortably. Her small white feet stomped in the water and splashed water on his body. It was an amazing feeling.

Xi Muqiao leaned against the door with his arms around his chest as he quietly admired his little mermaid. He couldn't imagine that the little fool in front of him was that incomparably charming little bastard on the stage.

After a while, the water had turned cold. He took the towel and picked her up. She was unhappy, angry, glared at him, and kicked him. Unfortunately, her resistance was futile and she was carried out tightly.

He was not gentle in the slightest as he wiped the water droplets off Qiao Mu's body. Qiao Mu was not feeling well, so she shook off Qiao Mu's hand and kicked his arm. Her originally depressed mood became even more violent as she extended a finger to pat her forehead and used her other hand to wipe her face with the towel.

"Damned thing, you didn't make your husband feel good. Your husband will still have to serve you!"

He turned and took the robe for her to put on, for fear that she would catch cold, and she felt the heat, and took it off, and he put it on again, and she took it off, and his eyes were violent and helpless, and he yelled at her, and she wouldn't listen, and he hit her ass, and she looked pitiful.

The veins in his neck bulged and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He had never felt so tired before, and he was afraid she would catch cold. He pulled her over and put her back in her robe.

"Can you still be obedient?!"

She actually looked wronged. She looked pitifully at him and nodded, then lowered her head and continued to untie the belt on her robe.

Xi Muqiao pinched the space between his eyebrows and immediately felt tired.

He pulled back the covers and pushed her inside and pulled the quilt up around her neck. She looked at him quietly, with her big, dark eyes, and that watery little face made Simujo feel as if his heart had melted.

He bent his head, rubbed the tip of her nose, and kissed her lightly on the lips. Looking at her husband like this, do you think that he's especially handsome and has a unique temperament? "

After throwing up a bunch of food and taking a bath, Qiao Mu was much more awake. However, she was still in a daze as she seriously looked at the deep and stern expression on Xi Muqiao's face.

"Why the hell did you buy mine for five million?"