C21

From time to time, the people in the hall would glance over, and Mu Wenshu would carry the drunk, sleeping Qingli and check in at the front desk in a "high profile" manner.

The front desk clerk was used to this kind of thing, so she pushed the room card out and smiled: "Hello, I've kept you waiting! This is your room card. "

A long lens appeared from behind the sofa in the hall, and a man wearing a peaked cap quickly and soundlessly took photos of Mu Wenshu.

Without knowing it, Mu Wenshu released one of his hands to hold onto the housing card, then carried Qingli into the elevator.

After finally finding a room, he placed Qingli on the bed.

Looking at Qingli sinking into the soft bed, the cold white sheets, the black dress, and the scarlet cheeks, Mu Wenshu suddenly felt his mouth going dry.

He coughed a few times and licked his dry lips. He reached out and loosened his tie, revealing a small piece of skin on his chest. The muscles beneath his slightly protruded collarbone were thin and bulging into his shirt.

Qingli unconsciously turned around and leaned outwards, her leg slightly curled up as she pressed against the blanket. The hem of the trousers was pressed against her long, white thighs.

Thick, long, black lashes covered his eyes, fluttering like wings as they occasionally moved. He had a tall nose, a small nose and red lips.

Mu Wenshu couldn't help but stroke her cheeks, and his fingertips rubbed against his moist red lips.

Qingli touched Mu Wenshu's palm, pushing her flushed red face into Mu Wenshu's palm.

Mu Wenshu knelt on the carpet beside the bed and couldn't help but get closer to Qingli.

He carefully moved closer, his heart beating faster and faster.

Mu Wenshu held his breath, he did not know if he would be diagnosed as having arrhythmia if he went to see a doctor.

Qingli was his first love girlfriend. They had done what they needed to do to be intimate with each other before, and they had given Qingli their first kiss as well. The familiar woman was still standing in front of him, but he was feeling nervous and her palms were sweating. Perhaps it was only after they separated that he understood what was most precious to him.

Qingli was everything that he treasured like a treasure.

Mu Wenshu moved his fingertips away and brought his lips closer.

"Xi Muyao..." Qingli muttered. He frowned and closed his eyes.

Mu Wenshu stopped, his nose pointed at Qingli, and just like that, he stiffened his body, listening to Qingli still chanting the names of others in his dreams. "Mu Yao, Xi Muyao … I hate you. Why didn't you bring me home? "I miss you so much …"

A gust of cold wind came from nowhere and Mu Wenshu's back sweated. His body temperature dropped and he felt a chill all over.

Mu Wenshu pulled his collar tighter. He felt that there must be air leaking out of his heart to feel so cold. Just like a sharp blade that was riddled with holes, fresh blood was being pumped outwards and his body temperature quickly dropped.

Time ran too fast. He wanted to go back and try again, but it was too late. Qingli forgot about him in the midst of running very quickly, and fell in love with someone else. From then on, there was no place for him in her heart.

He finally realized how outrageous his mistake was. No matter what, he should not have left that year. With this turn of his body, he would no longer be able to find his lover. He loved her, and that was why her words hurt him so much.

Mu Wenshu straightened his body and slowly stuffed a pillow under Qingli's head, giving her a good squeeze.

Mu Wenshu rubbed against the edge of the bed, sat on the carpet, and stared fixedly at the sleeping Qingli. As he lightly patted her back, Qingli gradually loosened her brows, rubbed her pillow, and fell into a deep sleep.