C173 I Don't Know My Husband Anymore?

It had been a long time since he had touched her, but at this moment, he was holding himself back as he looked at the blanket she had kicked away. Xiao Qinghan slowed down his movements and put the blanket over her body and lay down beside her. He subconsciously wrapped his arms around her waist and let her hold him like this.

Ling Muxue also moved close to Xiao Qinghan and pressed her body against his chest.

Her actions were a good remedy for his bleeding heart, and sometimes, when his heart was riddled with holes, it would be relieved by her casual movements.

They hadn't slept together since he'd had that thing, and he hadn't closed his eyes for a long time, but he was able to fall asleep by holding her in his arms, feeling her breath, smelling her scent.

He hugged her tightly just like that.

After Ling Muxue leaned against Xiao Qinghan, she did not move her body and slept soundly.

The winter sun was always gentle and comfortable. Because she did not close the window properly yesterday, traces of cold wind blew in through the window and raised the curtains in the air.

Ling Muxue, who was originally sleeping comfortably, was being meowed. At the same time, she felt a little itchy on her cheek.

Ling Muxue frowned and opened her eyes. The next instant, what she saw was Xiao Qinghan's handsome, extraordinary, and god-like mixed-race face. He was sleeping quietly, and his thick hair that was like seaweed revealed his wide forehead. Under his thick eyebrows that were as handsome as a pair of swords, there was a pair of bright and deep eagle eyes.

In this quiet moment, he was as beautiful as a prince from a fairy tale, unreal.

He was no longer arrogant, he was more of a gentle man, with an irresistible charm, a charm that could fascinate all the women in the world, even her.

At this moment, Ling Muxue did not have the time to think about why he was here, nor did she think about it. She was holding him and staring at him with her eyes slightly open, a little dazed.

She seemed to not notice the faint smile on Xiao Qinghan's face.

However, there was a constant snooping sound, as if it was in protest. Little Fat reached out its front paw and scratched Ling Muxue's cheek.

Only then did Ling Muxue suddenly come back to her senses. She looked sideways and saw Little Fat's fat body standing on her shoulder.

"Little Fat!"

Just as she finished speaking, she felt her body shake, and in the next second, Little Fat's neck was grabbed by a hand and thrown far away.

Ling Muxue's eyes suddenly widened as she saw Xiao Qinghan's extremely gloomy face. It could be seen that he was very unhappy at the moment. It was all the fault of this damned damn pervert cat that ruined the atmosphere. There would be a day when he would pull out his tendons and skin it.

"How come you don't know your husband?" Xiao Qinghan said as he curled his lips.

Ling Muxue instantly reacted. She subconsciously wanted to push him away, but only then did she realize that her hands were still tightly wrapped around his neck. She quickly let go of his hands and distanced herself from him, but how could Xiao Qinghan give her a chance to pull her into his arms?

"You..." Ling Muxue's eyes widened as she looked at him in shock. "What are you doing here?"

"Is there a problem with me going back to my house to sleep?"

He was right, this was his place, of course he could come and sleep, but the question was, how could he sleep beside her without warning, it wasn't that he didn't want to touch her, what was the point of hugging her now?

As if seeing through the confusion in her eyes, the corners of her mouth curled into a half-smile of evil, and her dark eyes flashed with a bright light. "Last night you threw yourself into my arms," she said in a low, husky voice.

"I..." Being stared at by him like this, Ling Muxue immediately felt a little awkward. She took the initiative to hug him?

He couldn't help but think back to last night's nightmare, the dark space, some light, a strange brightness, the light that enveloped Xiao Qinghan, who was wrapped in thorns, with a painful and ferocious expression, and blood dripping down the vines, which was dazzling.

She tried desperately to reach for him, but her body felt as if it were being pulled away from her, and she could only watch him disappear before her eyes.

At that time, her heart was really in an indescribable pain. Now, her heart was still filled with lingering fear.

And at that moment, the moment she turned around, everything that was originally dark suddenly lit up. Birds sang and flowers bloomed. She turned around and saw Xiao Qinghan's handsome and low face, and the smile on his face was as warm and bright as the sun.

As she looked at him, she felt an indescribable warmth in her heart and her body couldn't help but want to get closer to him.

Could it be that Xiao Qinghan had returned when she was dreaming?

Xiao Qinghan looked at her unfocused eyes and asked softly, "What are you thinking about?"

Ling Muxue came back to her senses and lowered her eyes. "No...Nothing?" As she spoke, she let go of his hand around her neck and pressed it against his chest. "Let go of me. I'm getting up."

Xiao Qinghan did not let go of her. Instead, he looked at her with a cunning gaze, his red lips curling into an evil smile. "You slept well, but I suffered all night!"

Ling Muxue's eyes widened and she looked up at him. Suddenly, she felt a strong wind blowing under him, and before she could come back to her senses, Xiao Qinghan turned around and pressed her down.

"Y-You..." Subconsciously, Ling Muxue reached out her hand to touch his chest. They looked into each other's eyes. There was no intimidating coldness, no terrifying coldness.

Instead, it was gentle, as if he were gazing at his beloved lover, a gaze with irresistible charm that drew him into a gentle abyss he had created.

Ling Muxue wanted to resist, but her body was still uncontrollably bewitched by him. Her glassy eyes began to flicker with a blurry light.

The hand that was pressing against his chest slowly loosened. She lifted her arm to embrace his neck and slowly closed her eyes. A warm and sweet aura was spreading.

Just as Xiao Qinghan lowered his head and was about to kiss her bright red lips, he heard the sound of the door opening, and then Ling Yiyue's voice.

"Sister ..."

This gentle voice broke the gentle atmosphere. The two people on the bed suddenly came back to their senses, and a gust of cold wind blew. Ling Yiyue stood there with her big bright eyes filled with fear and disbelief. In an instant, she looked into Xiao Qinghan's cold eyes, and her entire body seemed to be frozen, unable to move.

Ling Muxue's reaction was intense.

She reached out her hand and pushed Xiao Qinghan away, but Xiao Qinghan did not pay attention to her and was pushed away by her just like that.

"Get lost!"

Ling Muxue got out of bed in a hurry and her expression was a little awkward. She was shaking slightly. She had just been completely immersed in the gentle aura he had created. She had clearly tried her best to forget about him, but she was still bewitched by him. She felt a little embarrassed and annoyed.

"What's the matter, Yiyue?" Ling Muxue walked over.

Ling Yiyue stood there with a terrified expression, "Sister, I'm sorry. I..."