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You made an offer, huh?

She had not made a sound, and he had not looked back. There was a commotion in the kitchen so that he would be able to see it?

"I'm a monster?" Mo Ziran's hands did not stop moving, he did not even turn around, "Go sit."

She was a gentle woman, so Mo Ziran should be very happy by her side.

Mo Ziran seemed like a very contradictory existence. He could be very gentle, but he could also be very lonely.

Zhao Xi bowed deeply towards the room, serious and sincere.

It was to thank his mother for teaching him tenderness.

recalled that in that villa in the country, Mo Ziran's room seemed to be like this, with a sense of innate nobility.

The door was still tightly shut.

Zhao Xi stepped forward and tried pushing the door open, but the heavy wooden door didn't budge an inch.

Zhao Xi stood at the door in a somewhat dejected manner. Just as she was about to go down the stairs to find someone to take the key from, a light flashed in her mind and she stopped in her tracks. She took out the key that she had always been wearing around her neck. From the corner of her eye, she seemed to have seen the shape of the keyhole.

It was very similar to what she had seen at the entrance of North River Bank's villa.

Zhao Xi's heartbeat increased, and she slowly walked to the door. She wanted to give it a try, so she held the painting brush shaped key in her hand, and aimed it at the lock.

He inserted the key smoothly.

Zhao Xi's heart skipped a beat, she turned the key, the sound of the lock opening resounded in Zhao Xi's ears, and the door was easily pushed open.

With this key, how many doors could she open?

The furnishings in the room were not complicated. There was a large locker room, a study, and a bedroom.

Strangely, from the perspective of Zhao Xi's designer, the style here was a little mixed. There shouldn't be such a phenomenon in the Mo family's second young master's room.

The color was black and white, but there were a few exquisite models on the shelves.

Simple and grand decorations, but the window screen warm milky white.

The reading in the study was so profound that Zhao Xi was unable to understand a large portion of it, but there were a few simple fairy tales piled on the desk.

In the cold main tone, there were always a few small waves that gently rose up. Even if it wasn't conspicuous, it was enough to balance out all the monotony here.

Zhao Xi held up a fairy tale book, and the contents inside were still the stories of children. When Mo Ziran left this family, he was only thirteen years old, and was still very cute.

All of the decorations here seemed to have deliberately maintained their original appearance. Zhao Xi could see the past through the passage of time in every corner.

In the corner, there was a remote controlled model car, and on the car was a copy of . Such a contradictory scene suddenly appeared in Mo Ziran's room.

Mo Ziran's mother could not help him choose a free life, and could only change the color of Mo Ziran's black and white world. It looked extremely weak, but she had already used all of her strength.

This was the first time Zhao Xi truly touched upon Mo Ziran's life before the age of thirteen, not through someone else's narration, not even through her own guesses.

"Do you know what privacy is?" Zhao Xi raised his head and looked over. Mo Ziran was leaning on the doorframe as he looked at her.

Zhao Xi put down the storybook in her hand, and carefully placed it back in its original position. She carefully organized it as she said, "I seem to know why you are called Mo Ziran."

"Why?" Mo Ziran's handsome face was extremely handsome, his eyes had a mature charm, and his facial features were as fine as ever.

Zhao Xi's eyes curved, her tone rising slightly: "Because, I hope that my son will be safe, that my life will be stained with blood."

His mother must have prayed with piety, hoping that her child would be safe for the rest of her life.

Mo Ziran's eyes trembled, his thin lips slightly pursed, as though his heart had been struck heavily.

His voice was calm, but his eyes revealed some pressure. Zhao Xi did not understand what was going on, but the moment he walked in front of Mo Ziran, an overwhelming kiss landed on her face, eyes, and lips.

Zhao Xi closed her eyes to respond to his kiss as her burning hot lips and tongue intertwined.

Mo Ziran's power was tyrannical and did not allow her to escape. One hand wrapped around the back of her head, the other around her waist. The two people stuck closely together, and the heat was rising bit by bit.

Zhao Xi's kiss came as a burst of madness and power, Zhao Xi had no chance of resisting, when she regained her senses, the two of them were already lying on the bed, her clothes were already mostly untied.

Mo Ziran's kiss carefully licked the wound on her neck, bringing along a slight itch, causing the wound to almost completely heal. The black scab was a bit ugly, but Mo Ziran seemed to be treating it like a treasure, consoling it gently.

Mo Ziran's dominance could be seen everywhere, but it was obvious that it was in the matters of the bed. He had to be tyrannical to the point where he had to take the initiative, tyrannical enough to not allow Zhao Xi to retaliate.

"Did you promise me?" Zhao Xi was so excited by his hot kiss that she couldn't help but softly moan. Biting her lower lip to calm herself down, Zhao Xi asked again, "Did you promise me?"

Mo Ziran's movements paused for a bit, and his voice contained a thick huskiness: "Can you not tell me this while on the bed?"

Why did she always have to negotiate conditions with him in bed?!

Can he finish it first!?

Could it be?!

Could it be!

"Usually when I tell you, you will answer me with silence. At this moment, it's impossible for you to remain silent even if you want to." Zhao Xi pressed against Mo Ziran's shoulder and retreated a little. His clear eyes were filled with watery mist, "You still haven't promised to make up with me. What do you want to do now? We are in an illegal relationship! "

"…"

Mo Ziran fumed with rage, his lower body sticking closely to Zhao Xi's legs, allowing her to feel his changes: "You can't have illegal relationships?! The age rule? "

"You want to... John... "Hmm?" Zhao Xi opened his eyes wide and chomped down on the last two words.

"…"

Mo Ziran's passion was like a bucket of ice water being poured over him. It went from the top of his head to the bottom of his feet, and under the endless cold, his anger surged once more. You damned heartless woman! "

Who had she seen that was so good to a girl!

Who cooked food for the person they had a relationship with?

Who was the one who got shot for the marriage contract?

Zhao Xi then pushed Mo Ziran away and dressed up: "Mo Ziran, if you can't answer my question properly, you can't find me for peace!"

Mo Ziran punched the bed.

F * ck!

Now, who was the one who was begging for peace?

He was the one who was clearly considering whether or not to reconcile!

Why did he have to agree to her request to make peace with her after agreeing to her condition?!

"Do you believe that I want you now?!"

It didn't matter what conditions he had!

"I believe you. Didn't you already do it a few days ago? My body is still full of wounds!" Of course he would, it wasn't like he had never done it before!

Mo Ziran's imposing aura was immediately reduced by half. He glared fiercely at Zhao Xi, the rage in her eyes seemingly wanting to kill someone. "You are ruthless!"

He got off the bed angrily and rushed to the bathroom, and Zhao Xi immediately said unhappily: "You prefer to take a cold shower than to answer my question? "Could it be that my problem is worse than that?"

Is he still Mo Ziran?!

He could actually take a cold bath by himself?

Was it that difficult?

Responding to Zhao Xi was the sound of a heavy door closing, venting an endless amount of anger.

In the restaurant.

Zhao Xi sat at the dining table, watching Mo Ziran carry the dishes out with a bad expression.

The dishes looked much better than she had expected. At least they did have their looks now.

The reason why Mo Ziran got up so early was so that he had time to cook once in advance?

Zhao Xi suddenly felt guilty, wasn't it a bit too much just now?

"Mo Ziran, I heard that regular cold showers don't seem to be good for men?"

"Pa ~ ~"

A plate that Mo Ziran had just picked up instantly shattered on the ground.

His face was gloomy as he stared at Zhao Xi, his eyes were like cold water pressing on the ground, causing people to feel cold from the bottom of their hearts.

"Do you want to try it in the dining room? While cooking?! "

"…"

Zhao Xi was startled, startled, and angry.

"What are you talking about?!"

She had underestimated the degree to which Mo Ziran could be a beast, and had underestimated the degree to which Mo Ziran could be shameless.

"You'd better behave!"

If he didn't show off his strength, would she really have forgotten those days in bed?!

He could easily make it so that she would not be able to get out of bed for days and nights!

How dare he question his strength?

"…"

She admitted defeat, for this kind of thing, it was best if she didn't waste her breath and argue. Mo Ziran was definitely someone who could do such a thing.

Mo Ziran carried up all the dishes in a decent manner, and helped Zhao Xi set up the tableware with a darkened face: "Hurry and eat!"

"…"

Zhao Xi really wanted to retort, "Did her attitude last time look like this?!"

However, thinking that it was not easy for the Mo family's second young master to live like this, he swallowed it down and raised his chopsticks to observe every dish.

Mo Ziran looked coldly at the expression on her face as he carefully investigated, and angrily said, "What? Looking for poison? "

He had spent so much effort to cook this entire table, so what was she going to choose from inside?

"…"

Can she say that?

In order to not waste Mo Ziran's painstaking efforts, Zhao Xi directly picked up the dish closest to him and ate it. After trying to chew it, she was instantly surprised: "You made this?"

The taste was very good. It was light and salty, and the heat was also very good. Was this the person who had asked her at six in the morning how to use the kitchen utensils?

"What kind of expression is that?" Mo Ziran looked at her in disdain, then picked up his chopsticks to taste the soup, "Even worse than the chef at home, but much better than yours."

"… …." Mo Ziran, don't forget who called me dozens of times to ask me. " Zhao Xi was extremely dissatisfied with Mo Ziran's method of destroying the bridge after crossing the river.