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Xia Bingqing held her breath, her eyes wide open, not daring to make a sound.

His lips were so close.

In the soft white world, his hands were as dense as the feathers on her hair. Her breathing became deeper and shallow, like wings that flapped their wings. He carefully withstood this kind of gentleness that made her feel fearful.

After a long while, he stood up and left the room.

The surroundings gradually became quiet. Even the dust that passed through the glass had a heavy feeling as if it had landed on the ground.

Xia Bingqing silently opened her eyes, and looked at a spot of light above her head in a daze.

Her hair was still warm from his palm.

Her mouth still had the taste of his remaining body. She had been so dizzy just now, so much that it felt like her brain had been emptied. However, now that she recalled, it was so clear, so clear … He seemed to have kissed her again, and even the moist breath on her lips could be clearly felt.

She couldn't help but clench the blanket tightly in her hand.

Something had sprouted in the soil at the bottom of her heart, and she didn't know it.

When he woke up …

It was dark outside.

Xia Bingqing came out of the blanket in a daze and laid on the pillow, only to find that there was a big puddle on top of the pillow.

It was her saliva!

Oh no, Mu Yuesen was a virgin, if she saw him, he would definitely beat him up.

She wisely turned the pillow over and placed the drool soaked area on the floor so she wouldn't be able to see it.

After sitting down, she got out of bed and walked out of the room.

Xia Bingqing rubbed her eyes in disbelief.

Seeing that she was still alive, she was sure that it wasn't an illusion.

Mu Yuesen was actually cooking!

No, it should be said that he knew how to cook!

He was that aloof, aloof, cold and arrogant man!

Cooking rice was like a parallel line that existed in two different worlds. How could it be possible for it to intersect?

And the strangest thing was that at this moment, the scene looked unexpectedly harmonious, without the slightest hint of disharmony.

God, was there something wrong with her eyes or was there a short circuit in her brain?

"What are you doing standing there?"

An indifferent and cold voice came from the front.

This iconic tone of voice instantly "awakened" Xia Bingqing.

She walked over.

"Do you need help?" Not knowing what to say, Xia Bingqing asked casually.

Mu Yuesen's expression was dull as he pointed to the soup pot at his side: "This still needs fifteen minutes to boil. Look at the time!"

"Oh!"

Xia Bingqing replied.

She pulled up a high chair to one side and sat on it.

The small fire stewed the broth pot, letting out gurgling sounds as it boiled. White steam rose from the small holes, causing her line of sight to quietly shift to the side, stealthily sneaking glances at the man beside her through the wisps of rising heat.

He rolled up his sleeves, revealing a sturdy and powerful forearm. His fingers were long and slender.

The collar was undone with two buttons, and the Adam's apple and collarbone were a mess.

At this moment, he was cutting the asparagus very seriously. It was indescribably enchanting …

Unknowingly, their gazes stopped.

When she realized she was spying on him like an idiot, she was startled by her own actions.

What was she doing?

Xia Bingqing felt that she had gone mad. This fellow was the scoundrel who had been torturing her for the past month, the Demon Lord. He had even brutally thrown her bracelet away.

Even if — he might like her.

Thinking about how Xiao Yin said that she liked her, Xia Bingqing's heart grew hot again.

The way he looked at Ye Zichen became even more sneaky.

Suddenly, without any warning, he turned around.

"Ahh!"

Xia Bingqing was shocked, she tilted her body and fell from the high chair.

His butt landed heavily on the ground.

Her forehead knocked against a cabinet at the side of the room, causing her to feel dizzy and dizzy.

Mu Yuesen hurriedly put down the things in his hands, squatted down, and wrapped her up. With a straight face, he scolded her, "Xia Bingqing, do you have a head on your waist? They fall off when they sit down. "

"..." It's not what you're afraid of.

Xia Bingqing's small face contorted in pain, it was difficult to put into words.

Mu Yuesen carried her to the living room's sofa and found the medicine box.

He sat next to her and watched her lean over and rub her buttocks, thinking, Is it a broken hip?

Immediately, he covered his palm and rubbed it. "Does it hurt here?"

Looking at the big hand on her buttocks, Xia Bingqing's face flushed red.

"I'm asking you if it hurts, why aren't you speaking? Are you mute?" Mu Yuesen raised his voice and knocked on her forehead.

"Hiss —"

Xia Bingqing frowned.

Mu Yuesen pushed away the bangs on her forehead and discovered that there was a large lump on her forehead.

"Girl, you're really —" He was both angry and pained. He raised his hand to knock on her again, but Xia Bingqing subconsciously closed his eyes.

However, what finally landed was the gentle caress of his fingertip.

At that moment, it felt like his fingertip had landed on her heart.

Mu Yuesen retracted his hand and started to treat the wound on her forehead.

"Endure it even if it hurts. Who told you to be so stupid that you can't save yourself? You even fall off your chair!" He scolded her with cold words, but his actions were especially gentle, afraid that he would hear her half cry out.

Xia Bingqing gave up.

She opened her eyes, but did not dare to meet his gaze.

Afraid... There would be no escape.

It was a rare occasion for Mu Yuesen to see her so obedient. He took care of the wound on her forehead, and then hugged her onto his leg.

A warm breath brushed past her ear.

His voice was also unusually deep and soft.

Such a posture, such an atmosphere, it was something that only lovers would have.