C6 Don't Block My Cool Wind

In the middle of the night, Mi Qiao felt her whole body burning up. She couldn't help but touch her face, only to feel a similarly hot body.

She pushed with her hands and tried to get up, but the man pulled her into his embrace and pressed her under him.

"Don't... Block me... "The cold wind, the bad guys."

She pushed against the man in front of her with all her might, but her hands were firmly pressed down and her mouth was gagged.

Xing Mowei looked around anxiously. There was a mass of anger running around in his body.

"Hmph, it's hard, hmph."

She hummed a few more times, making him feel especially irritated.

Just as she touched his cheek, the sudden heat seemed to have found a place to go. The man's intimacy made her feel very comfortable.

She threw her arms around his neck and pulled him closer.

He slowed his hands and kissed her cheek and neck.

The fire on Xing Mowei's body seemed to burn brighter and brighter as his brain turned into paste.

Unconsciously entangled.

Suddenly, the two of them fell onto the ground. Xing Mowei was pressed down at the bottom and his head was hurting.

The stabbing sensation sobered him a little, and he suddenly realized that it was his grandfather who had tampered with the soup he had given them.

He pushed Mi Qiao away and stumbled towards the bathroom.

He sank into the bathtub, took a few deep breaths, and got out again.

Feeling that it wasn't enough, he turned on the cold shower and soaked himself.

Mi Qiao, who had climbed to the door, kept knocking on the bathroom door. Her whole body was burning.

"Big brother, open the door. Can you give me some ice cubes?"

She was so confused by the fever that she began to mutter incoherently.

Xing Mowei stared at the door. Even though he suppressed the heat from his body, he was still angry.

He couldn't open the door, and if he did, he probably wouldn't be able to push Mi Qiao away from him.

But I can't stay in the bathroom all night.

After soaking in cold water for almost half an hour, he finally felt that the effects of the medicine were completely gone.

He was completely confident that he would be immune to the little women outside the door.

Only then did he open the bathroom door, intending to drag Mi Qiao into the cold water and soak her in it.

As soon as the door opened, Mi Qiao fell into his arms and wrapped her arms around his neck, about to kiss him.

Reasonably, he avoided her red lips, picked her up, and threw her into the bathtub.

Faintly conscious, Mi Qiao's petite body was directly submerged in cold water. She did not even have the time to cry out.

Xing Mowei's heart sank. He bent over and held her arm for two days, then picked her up from the bottom of the bathtub.

As Mi Qiao breathed in the air, the water in her mouth sprayed directly onto his face.

He quickly closed his eyes and wiped the water stains off his face.

Mi Qiao, who had lost her balance, collapsed on his chest.

Her hand subconsciously reached for something that she could grab, tore off the towel on his body, and fell into the bathtub, causing waves of shock.

His face turned from white to red, then red to black.

As if she was looking for the last straw, Mi Qiao panted heavily and flopped about everywhere.

Xing Mowei quickly wrapped the towel around his body, not knowing what to think.

She stood up shakily and pounced on him like a drenched chicken.

The blurry big eyes looked at his cold face and fiercely kissed him.

He was not satisfied with the way she had left him. He continued to bite his lips in retaliation, causing him to feel pain.

This kiss could kill a person. He squinted at the little woman in front of him who was acting impudent on a face that was not her own.

She used her hand to wrap around the back of her neck and bit down on it. She couldn't help but feel pain. She let out a soft cry, causing his heart to feel strange. The movements of her mouth became much gentler.

Being suppressed and not free, she hit him angrily, causing him to directly push her into the water.

Such a despicable woman, she was simply unreasonable!

He threw her down, picked up the towel, wrapped it around himself, and went out.

Mi Qiao, who had lost her support, rubbed her burning cheeks and climbed out of the bathtub.

The tight-fitting jeans that were already soaked stuck tightly to her body, allowing her to see her figure clearly.

Xing Mowei, who had changed into his pajamas, stood at the door of the bathroom and looked down at Mi Qiao, who was struggling to stay awake.

After a long while, he bent down and helped her up from the ground.

Once again, Mi Qiao was entangled with his body like a bug, but she was knocked unconscious by a cut from his back.

The next morning, when he woke up, Xing Mowei was no longer there.

She rubbed her aching head and dragged her aching body to sit up, leaning against the headboard.

She tried her best to recall what had happened last night.

Her memories gradually became clearer. Her face was so red that blood could drip out.

She was forcefully kissed by him yesterday...

Yesterday, she seemed to want to be entangled with him …

She was in the bathroom together yesterday, and then she broke the film.

God, she had no idea what happened.

When he looked again, he saw that he was wearing a nightgown.

Mi Qiao shyly covered her face. She had been seen through by that handsome ice sculpture, and it even made her feel intimate.

Then wouldn't she be the woman in the ice sculpture? An indescribable feeling spread through her body. In short, it was a very strange feeling.

She washed up, brushed her teeth, and made funny gestures at herself in the carved mirror in the bathroom.

After washing her face and rinsing her mouth, she admired herself in the mirror. Not bad, a very decent little demoness.

She shook off her black hair and her eyes lit up. Chen would be so happy to know that she had a boyfriend.

"Hehe!" She couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Huh?!" Then where did the ice sculpture that he slept in yesterday go?

She secretly opened the bedroom door to see if he was in the outer room's study.

Ye Zichen glanced around and saw a tall figure standing on the balcony of the study. He seemed to be holding a photo frame in his hand as he looked outside the window.

She endured her heartbeats and quietly took out her phone. She wanted to take a picture of him as a screen saver.

After a moment of silence, the photo was taken and she closed the door behind her.

She enlarged the photo on her phone and carefully admired the ice sculpture's handsome features.

However, in the picture, the one that his slender fingers tightly gripped was a blurry girl!