Moyuan.
Qin Yin changed out of her red dress that was stained by red wine, and put on a snow-white lace nightgown after washing.
With a plain little face and a graceful figure, there is a hint of bewitchment in the purity.
She went downstairs to heat a glass of milk and brought it to Mo Yichen's study.
The girl wears a flower bud on her head, soft and sweet.
Qin Yin knocks on the door.
The door was still ajar, she tilted her head and poked half of her head into the door, speaking in a delicate and soft voice:
"Mr. Mo, are you there?"
"I'll bring you hot milk."
In front of the floor-to-ceiling window, Mo Yichen's body in the wheelchair was sitting upright unconsciously.
He stretched out his hand to straighten his cuffs and glanced at his appearance through the glass, which was as ugly and terrifying as ever.
but! Why isn't the little girl scared?
"Well, come in."
Mo Yichen operated the wheelchair and turned around, his eyes scanning the girl's dress. The lace white skirt wrapped her jade-smooth skin, and the snow-white nightgown made her softer and softer.
The little girl's apricot eyes are watery, and her little face is as sweet as a peach, making people want to take a bite.
He calmly looked away and continued to do his own thing.
There is a computer desk in front of the wheelchair. He slides the mouse with his slender fingers and is looking at Mo's financial statements.
Qin Yin approached with hot milk, and Mo Yichen's body gradually stiffened as the girl Xiang approached...
This little girl is getting restless again!
What does she want to do?
Mo Yichen stood still.
Qin Yin placed the cup on the desk, came to her side, and suddenly leaned close to him.
A soft little hand suddenly clasped his hand. The girl took his palm, squatted down and slowly clasped her fingers with his.
Qin Yin's apricot eyes seemed to be filled with stars for a moment:
"Achen, tonight...thank you."
The girl's eyebrows are bright, sour and sweet.
Did she call herself Achen?
Except for his mother and grandmother, no one had ever called him that.
But what she called was different from what her relatives called.
Sweeter and denser.
It was like a dense spider web, tangled up in him until he couldn't breathe, but every thread... was sweet.
Mo Yichen stared at her quietly, his brows and eyes seemed emotionless, but a soft red slowly crept up behind his ears...
He quickly looked away and said coldly: "Qin Yin, is this your gesture of gratitude?"
It's a little too casual.
He is a man, not a tool that she deliberately clings to and teases because he is temporarily incapacitated.
Besides, he just threw a few pieces of waste paper at her.
It was just that she was afraid that as Mrs. Mo, she would lose the Mo family when she went out.
What is she blindly moving about?
Qin Yin shook his head and stood up: "Of course not."
Immediately afterwards, the girl's petite body pounced on him regardless, and she sat in his arms without restraint.
Mo Yichen frowned, he was not used to holding someone in his arms, she was still a soft and lively little girl.
So he reflexively threw her to the ground like before: "Qin Yin, don't do it."
"I only promised to take you in and live in the Mo family, but I didn't..."
However, Qin Yin turned her apricot eyes and was already on guard against this move.
Her legs turned in response to his movements, and she suddenly straddled him, holding his waist tightly.
Both hands even climbed up his broad shoulders, entangled him like an octopus, and wouldn't let go!
"Hehe, is it nothing?"
"Are you not planning to sacrifice yourself, or are you not ready to be eaten by me?"
"Tsk, Mr. Mo's thoughts are quite dirty."
"But...I like it~"
Qin Yin raised his eyebrows and deliberately leaned on Mo Yichen's shoulder to get closer. His pink lips came closer and his breath was like blue.
She just wanted to seduce him.
Let him fall under his pomegranate skirt like he did in his previous life.
Then pamper him hard.
To make up for all the regrets he had paid for himself in his previous life.
"Qin Yin, take your hand away."
Mo Yichen gritted his teeth and lowered his eyes to see Qin Yin's hand grabbing his belt again for some reason.
The other hand even covered his tight abdomen.
"hiss……"
The next moment, both of them gasped at the same time.
Qin Yin said in surprise: "Achen, you have been disabled for three years, how come you still have abdominal muscles?"
"Tsk, it's pretty hard."
"Do you do sit-ups in bed every day?"
"Well, it's good or bad~"
Qin Yin deliberately teased him and jumped repeatedly in Mo Yichen's minefield.
The first sentence of these words was a precise reference to Lei Mo Yichen's dark past.
But with every subsequent sentence, Mo Yichen's face became darker and darker.
For a while, he didn't mind Qin Yin mentioning the three years he was disabled.
The past that no one had ever dared to mention to him so brazenly seemed to be gone.
His forehead muscles twitched, and he pinched Qin Yin's slender waist through gritted teeth: "Who allowed you to pinch it?"
"If you touch it again, I will kill your cat's paws!"
The moment his abdominal muscles were pinched and pinched by her, blood surged all over his body.
I just want to strangle this little bastard to death.
Qin Yin let him pinch her waist and smiled even worse: "Mo Yichen, if you can, kill him!"
"My hands are so soft...are you willing to let me go?"
Mo Yichen's authority was completely challenged by Qin Yin. He said angrily with a black face: "Zhou Wei!"
The little thing is too domineering and bad!
He will drive her out of Mo Garden tonight.
"Drive her away..."
"Get out!"
As soon as Zhou Wei opened the door a crack, Mo Yichen yelled back again.
He covered his mouth in grievance: Mr. Mo, could it be that the overlord forced him to take advantage of him?
But, is this bow still capable of shooting arrows?
No, is it broken?
In the study room.
Mo Yichen stared coldly at Qin Yin's pulled shoulder straps. His smooth and tender shoulders were weak and slender, and his collarbone was beautiful and delicate.
Her hands were still on the shoulder straps, as if if he really wanted to call Zhou Wei in, her skirt would fall down...
Qin Yin, you are cruel enough.
"Mr. Mo, keep shouting."
Qin Yin smiled coquettishly, and she knew Mo Yichen's thoughts well.
Is he willing to let others see what is going on in their room?
"Qin Yin, are you ashamed or not?"
Mo Yichen was so depressed by her that he was unable to do anything to her.
Look at her exquisitely dyed eyebrows.
Mo Yichen sighed slightly: "Qin Yin, what do you want to do?"
He didn't believe that anyone could fall in love with such a broken self.
All the interactions between the girl in front of him and him were with obvious purpose.
He did not allow himself to fall.
Qin Yin pulled up the shoulder strap and came close to his ear, her hot and moist breath lingering around his ear:
"Mo Yichen, I want to... kiss you."
It wasn't repayment, it was just that for a moment, he looked at his guarded and suspicious state.
She wanted to break his defenses.
Mo Yichen paused, gritted his back molars, and helplessly hugged the soft ball in his arms.
He lowered his eyes and approached Qin Yin, held her face and kissed her.
The thin lips fell on the girl's pink and sweet lips. It was so light that it seemed like it was just a small taste, but it slowly deepened the force...
One kiss made Qin Yin suddenly feel confused.
For a moment, he couldn't tell whether he was kissing Mo Yichen, who had just met him in this life, or Mo Yichen, who was so hurt by her in his previous life that he went abroad and died regretfully holding her ashes.
The past life and this life appeared in her mind, switching.
She suddenly pushed Mo Yichen away and rolled from his arms onto the carpet.
Mo Yichen's eyes darkened as expected, and the corners of his mouth curved in a mocking way: "Finally can't continue acting?"
"Then get out!"
He laughed at himself, and his eyes became violent!
Qin Yin gritted his teeth, not knowing how to explain it.
"Mo Yi..."
"Get out! You are not allowed to come to the study again without my permission."
