A cold and questioning voice came from inside the house, and it seemed that the hostility in his tone could be felt through the door.
Qiu Mo sighed, gently pushed open the heavy carved wooden door, and tried her best to smile naturally and happily: "I got up to pour water. I saw that you were not asleep, so I came over to take a look."
The man behind the red sandalwood table was wearing ordinary home clothes. He was supporting his chin with one hand and holding a pen in the other. The simple light shining on him made him look even more handsome and charming.
Qiu Mo sometimes thought that this man was a handicraft left behind by God in the human world. After practicing for three generations, he finally transformed into a human form, so he could be born so flawless that he could be called the work of a god.
She looked away from his coquettish and sexy face, her face turning a little unnaturally crimson.
But the man just raised his head and glanced at her, and said in a cold tone: "Don't wander around when you're pregnant. If you need anything, just call Mama Liu."
"Well, I understand."
There was no more conversation between them. Qiu Mo closed the door for him very wisely. The light in the corridor reflected on her pale, paper-like face. This was not a very beautiful face. It was so ordinary that she could hardly blend in with the crowd.
She couldn't recognize her. The only thing that was special was her eyes, which were bright and lively. Their pupils were cut like water, and they were looking forward to the sky. Because of these eyes, she didn't look too ugly, but because she was ordinary, she looked more pure and unpretentious.
There is an extra kind of pure beauty.
She stretched out her hand and gently stroked her bulging belly. Every time she touched this five-month-old little life, no matter how much unpleasantness she felt, it would be washed away. Even her husband, the man named Leng Xiao, had never looked at it directly.
Even from the time she was pregnant to now, she didn't even bother to say a polite word of concern. However, she didn't feel resentful at all. From the day she decided to marry him, she lived for him.
Qiu Mo poured herself a cup of hot water, held it with both hands, and blew the hot air gently. Suddenly, a layer of hot mist enveloped her nose. She felt very warm and couldn't help but press the cup tightly against her nose.
face.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw an exquisite black coffee cup placed on the drinks table. With a sudden thought, she put down the cup in her hand and hurriedly made him some coffee.
With her skillful movements, the rich aroma of coffee drifted in, and her vaguely satisfied smile was reflected on the dark brown water.
She went upstairs with a joyful mood and came to the door of his room. She stood for a while and then gently knocked on the door. His voice was already a little impatient. When she saw the little boy standing at the door holding a coffee cup,