C172 A Smile Crossed Her Face

After talking for a while, it was getting late, and Mo Weilian said that he would drive the two of them back, but Ling Muxue still refused.

Mo Weilian did not say anything else. After saying his goodbyes, he drove away.

Ling Muxue called a taxi back to the Western suburbs, but she did not notice a luxury car that had just stopped not far away.

Ling Muxue and Ling Yiyue went back to their villa in the Western suburbs, and after dinner, the two of them watched TV for a while in the living room. Seeing that it was getting late, Ling Muxue's body had not fully recovered, so her body was a little tired. After chatting with Ling Yiyue for a while, she carried Little Fat upstairs with her.

She lay on the bed after the bath. She was sick and wanted to sleep, but she couldn't fall asleep, tossing and turning in the bed. On such a quiet night, there was always a figure in her mind, and she didn't want to think about it, but she couldn't control her thoughts at all.

He had only been gone a day, and suddenly it seemed as if he and he had really become parallel, and that they would never meet again, as if he had really disappeared from his own world.

She buried her head in the quilt and covered her ears. She didn't want to think about it. She kept telling herself so, but she couldn't control her thoughts.

What was he doing now? Was he really going to leave her like this? Was he going to go there to play with women again? Was he going to do it now? The more she thought about it, the more annoyed she became.

"Meow meow..." Maybe it was because Ling Muxue's movements were too loud that it woke up the fat cat from its sleep. It saw the fat cat crawl into the blanket and lie in front of Ling Muxue. It reached out its feet and scratched Ling Muxue's face and neck as if it was trying to comfort her.

Ling Muxue felt a sudden itch in front of her. She reached out and held the fat cat in her arms and put it by the pillow. In the darkness, the fat cat's shining amber eyes were especially dazzling. Seeing it, Ling Muxue's heart calmed down a lot. She reached out her hand and gently combed its soft fur.

The fat cat meowed comfortably. It reached out its front paw and scratched its nose, then comfortably lay down beside Ling Muxue's pillow and rubbed her cheek.

Feeling Little Fat's movements, Ling Muxue curled her lips and smiled. Her agitated heart calmed down a little.

To forget about someone, there was always a process. Everything would be fine. Right now, she needed to use her busy life to make her forget about it.

She fell asleep without realizing it. When she fell asleep, there was a sound of the door opening. A tall and handsome figure walked over to the big bed.

Xiao Qinghan sat on the edge of the bed and turned on the bedside lamp. His deep black eyes were calm and serene, and his cold eyes flickered with a bit of broken light. He looked at Ling Muxue, who was lying on her side on the bed with a peaceful expression on her face.

She was sleeping exactly as she had been before, and for three years he would come to see her every night in the dead of night, because that was the only time he could look at her in peace and quiet, without quarrels, without the anger that made him want to hold back.

But still she hadn't changed at all, hadn't changed at all. Her heart, which had been plastered to her over the past few days, was gone now.

Without him, she was living a more comfortable life. There was no sign of hurt on her face. She was like a bird that had been set free. She looked like she had him in her heart.

At this moment, even he was ashamed of her cold-bloodedness. No matter what he did for her, she could remain indifferent and just smile.

The funny thing was that he was still holding on. When he was bleeding from her wounds, he still couldn't forget. Sometimes, she really hated him.

At this moment, Ling Muxue did not know what she was dreaming about. She could only see that her beautiful eyebrows were tightly knitted together and she looked to be in great pain. Her beautiful little mouth was nervously opening and closing.

Xiao Qinghan's dark and cold gaze fell on her tightly knitted little face, and his heart couldn't help but drop. He looked at her as if he was having a nightmare. He subconsciously leaned forward to hug her and wake her up, but the moment he touched her shoulders, he saw Ling Muxue start to shake her head and quickly mutter, "Xiao Qinghan! No! No!"

In an instant, Xiao Qinghan's tall figure suddenly stopped. His entire body stiffened, and his black eyes flashed with a dark light. A faint light enveloped his body, and against his handsome features, his face was dark and deep, wantonly emitting a chilling aura.

Dark Eyes watched her shake her head, her expression terrified and anxious. Her forehead was already dripping with sweat, and her mouth was constantly muttering, "No!"

She looked at her coldly. Her thin lips couldn't help but curl into a cold smile. It was a desolate smile, a sneer of mockery, and it seemed to bloom under ice.

She dreamed of herself, but looking at her terrified face, what kind of good dream could it be? She didn't expect that he would actually become her nightmare.

Her heart was once again torn apart in a bloody way. Her hands were clenched tightly and her eyes were dark red. She suddenly had an impulse to strangle this heartless woman in front of her. "Ling Muxue, do you have a heart or not?" She squeezed out the words from between her teeth.

Ling Muxue was still mumbling anxiously, "Xiao Qinghan! Don't, don't..." Her expression was filled with extreme fear and fear.

He really could not continue watching. If he continued watching, he really would not be able to control the flames of blood burning in his heart.

However, just as he stood up abruptly, his hand was suddenly grabbed. Xiao Qinghan subconsciously stopped and lowered his eyes. His deep and cold eyes looked at Ling Muxue's hand that was stretched out and held his palm tightly.

Xiao Qinghan did not dare to move at all. He wanted to shake her off, but for some reason, when he touched the warmth of her palm, it was as if there was some kind of magic, extinguishing all the anger he had been burning, rendering him unable to move.

When she saw Ling Muxue's anxious expression, she felt much more at ease. Her breathing gradually calmed down and the sweat on her forehead fell in the dim light.

Xiao Qinghan kept this gesture and leaned down with extreme gentleness. He pulled out a tissue from the bedside table and gently wiped the sweat from her forehead, but his cold eyes had already disappeared.

As for Ling Mu, he muttered to himself and shook his head. With a flip of his body, he kicked the blanket away and reached out to hug Xiao Qinghan's neck, leaning his body towards Xiao Qinghan.

In an instant, Xiao Qinghan widened his eyes and lowered his head to look at Ling Muxue. His whole body was stiff and he did not dare to move. The fragrance of her body lingered in his nose.

Because of her movement of turning over just now, her nightgown was slightly undone, and the nakedness of her breasts was revealed to Xiao Qinghan's eyes. It was seductive, and his body felt hot all of a sudden.