The years passed by in a flash, and before Mu Qian could grasp it, her attention was already distracted.
Huo Jinxi kissed the skin on her neck so hard that Mu Qian couldn't help but make a sound.
Hearing her charming and lingering voice, Huo Jinxi slowly raised his eyes to look at her.
Facing Huo Jinxi's dark eyes, Mu Qian became calm.
This was instinctive and she had no shame in it.
It's just that the current situation makes her a little confused——
Wasn't Huo Jinxi extremely disgusted with her? He was unwilling to sleep with her even if he was aroused by her. What was going on at this moment?
Is it possible that, even if he hates her very much, seeing her turn to Lin Su's arms still stimulates the man's so-called possessiveness and pride?
However, Mu Qian quickly rejected this idea.
After all, this person is Huo Jinxi.
How could he be so heartless and ruthless as to be swayed by such ridiculous emotions?
Then, there is probably only one possibility left -
He was worried and anxious about his grandfather's condition. At this moment, he was just looking for an outlet, and she happened to be there.
Thinking of this, Mu Qian suddenly couldn't help laughing.
Huo Jinxi looked down at her, "Funny?"
"It's funny." Mu Qian raised her eyes to look at him, "I thought Mr. Huo was a master of self-restraint, but it turns out he's not much different from an ordinary man. At the critical moment, I'm not that unhappy, right?"
"Is this how you really feel about Lin Su?" Huo Jinxi mocked.
Mu Qian lowered her head and looked at her current situation, then stretched out a hand to hold her heart.
"My sincerity towards him is here, but right now my body is not under my control, and I don't have the strength to break away from Mr. Huo. Could it be that when Mr. Huo heard what I said in my heart, 'I don't want to', he would be kind enough to let go."
I?"
As soon as Mu Qian finished speaking, Huo Jinxi exerted force on her hand, and she quickly screamed again. She curled up slightly and struggled to stand leaning on Huo Jinxi's body.
"I have already said that it doesn't matter to me whether you are willing or not."
Huo Jinxi's voice was emotionless, but the movements of his hands were ruthless.
Seeing that the situation was about to get out of control, a rush of footsteps suddenly came from the corridor, followed by Ding Yang's voice: "Mr. Huo, the old man is awake!"
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When Mu Qian came to Mr. Huo's bedside, the old man's eyes had no focus. It was not until he saw her that his eyes gradually became focused.
"Grandpa, you scared me to death. Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?" Mu Qian held Mr. Huo's hand and whispered.
Mr. Huo laughed slowly, stretched out his hand and patted her arm gently, and said in a hoarse voice: "It's okay, it's okay -"
Before she finished speaking, Mr. Huo's eyes suddenly fell on somewhere on her body and stopped moving.
Mu Qian followed Mr. Huo's line of sight and saw a distinct hickey under her neck.
After covering her ears with her hands, Mu Qian acted coquettishly and scolded: "Grandpa!"
The old man looked away, stared at the ceiling above his head and laughed again.
Mu Qian also knew that she looked embarrassed at this time. Mr. Huo was lying on the bed and couldn't see how many folds her dress had. But hearing the old man's laughter, he probably could estimate it.
Mu Qian couldn't help but glare at the old man.
Mr. Huo laughed for a while and then said again: "Where is Jin Xi?"
Mu Qian rolled her eyes, "Sure enough, we are even closer to our own grandson. I will ask grandpa as soon as he wakes up. Is he as filial as me? I will come to see you as soon as you wake up."
As soon as he finished speaking, Huo Jinxi opened the door and walked into the house.
Mu Qian turned around and saw that Huo Jinxi had changed into a pair of clothes. She glanced under him and saw that the big bulge that had just been there had disappeared.
When she looked away, Mu Qian found that Mr. Huo was staring at her.
"Grandpa!" Mu Qian didn't want to put herself in such an ambiguous atmosphere, "Now that you're awake, I'm leaving! Have a good rest and I'll come see you another day."
After saying that, she stood up and turned to leave.
Mr. Huo immediately became anxious. Regardless of his weak body, he forced himself to sit up.
Huo Jinxi stepped forward, pinched Mu Qian's arm, and dragged her back to Mr. Huo's bedside.
Mu Qian turned around and saw that after a while, Mr. Huo's face had turned pale again. She was startled and quickly comforted him: "Grandpa, please don't move, I won't leave, I won't leave!"
Mr. Huo regained his composure and glared at her, "You are sincerely tormenting me, an old man."
Such an ability to defeat someone... Mu Qian couldn't help but stretch out her hand to applaud the old man.
Mr. Huo looked at her and then at Huo Jinxi, his eyes flashed with pride.
Huo Jinxi stood beside him with his arms folded, his eyes heavy and silent.
The old man was originally weak, but with Mu Qian talking to him by the bedside, his spirits were getting better and better.
It was already late at night, but after talking for a while, it was already two o'clock in the morning before I knew it.
Mu Qian has a regular schedule these days and couldn't help but yawn.
"Are you tired so soon?" Mr. Huo stared at her with some dissatisfaction.
Mu Qian stretched out her hand to support her head, "Grandpa, aren't you tired?"
"Why are you tired?" Mr. Huo said, "It's rare to chat with me for a while. Why don't you have the spirit of a young man?"
Mu Qian cupped her hands to express her conviction.
Huo Jinxi had left this room two hours ago and had probably fallen into a deep sleep by now, but she was still forced to hold on here.
"Okay, okay, I'm going to wash my face and come out to continue chatting with you, okay?"
Mu Qian walked out of Mr. Huo's room, stood at the door and hesitated for a moment, then slowly walked to the east side of the corridor.
When she reached the fifth door, Mu Qian stopped.
This is her former room, where she has lived for eight years.
Mu Qian took a deep breath, held the door handle, and turned it.
She pushed the door open easily. She subconsciously reached out and touched the wall, pressed the switch, and the familiar and warm light poured down, illuminating the entire room.
Mu Qian couldn't help but be in a daze for a moment.
Seven years later, she opened the door of the room where she had lived as a girl, and everything she saw was the same as seven years ago.
Everything in her room was completely preserved.
Mu Qian walked into the room and looked at everything that was familiar to her. It was hard to regain her composure for a while.
Until she saw herself in the mirror.
Twenty-five-year-old Mu Qian stood in the room where she had been when she was eighteen, looking out of place.
She suddenly came to her senses, looked at her wrinkled dress in the mirror, and couldn't help but laugh.
Then Mu Qian opened the wardrobe in the room and saw her old clothes.
Someone had always taken care of the old house, and even her room was no exception. When Mu Qian took out her old clothes, she could still faintly smell the fragrance.
Mu Qian randomly picked a skirt that she could still put on, then turned and walked into the bathroom.