After washing, she lay on the bed and wrapped herself in a quilt nervously.
When Cheng Moyan came out, he saw her like a rice dumpling, with a smile on his lips. He lay down, turned sideways, and looked at her face pretending to be asleep, "It's summer, aren't you hot?"
Mu Qingqing's eyelashes trembled but she said nothing.
"Don't worry, I like to take the initiative." Cheng Moyan turned over and lay down, going to sleep.
After waiting for a long time, there was no movement. Mu Qingqing took away the quilt slightly, and heard the sound of steady breathing in her ears. She turned over carefully, was he asleep?
Phew~ Not bad...
Why didn't he cover himself with a quilt? Mu Qingqing frowned. Although it was summer, it was still very cold at night, and the air conditioner was turned on in the room.
Looking at the quilt in her hand, Mu Qingqing hesitated for a moment, then turned over and fell asleep on her own.
Zhutou, you said you would face him with hatred, then forget that love!
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The next morning, Mu Qingqing woke up in Cheng Moyan's arms. When she realized what she was doing, she was so shocked that she sat up. Beside her, Cheng Moyan was looking at her with a frown.
"Where were you yesterday?"
Yeah? Why did he just ask today?
However, "It's none of your business!" Mu Qingqing said coldly.
Cheng Moyan frowned and said this again, very good! Originally he just wanted to remind her not to come back so late in the future, but now...
"Don't forget, you are my mistress now!"
Mu Qingqing's heart trembled violently. The word "mistress" was like a sharp blade. It was thrust hard into the heart and stirred a few times. It hurt; her face suddenly turned pale. He, this was
He was humiliating himself, and last night, he was still worried about whether he would be cold.
Immediately, she sneered in her heart: Sure enough, it was the right decision to make that decision.
"You also know that I am just your mistress. It seems that among the duties of a mistress, there is no such thing as reporting private activities to you." She looked at him, her tone full of provocation.
"It seems that you don't know...my mistress, Cheng Moyan, is special..."
His chin was clasped by a strong hand, and Mu Qingqing just looked at him coldly.
"You have to remember that I, Cheng Moyan's mistress, have no privacy. Everything about you is mine and can only be mine!" His chin was thrown away, Cheng Moyan stood up and walked into the bathroom.