Huo Jinxi walked straight past her, opened the door of Huo Qiran's room and took a look inside. She was probably relieved to see Huo Qiran sleeping peacefully, and closed the door again.
Back and forth, quietly getting closer and further away.
Mu Qian raised her eyes to look at him, took a deep breath, and chuckled, "The shower gel smells so good, what brand is it?"
While she was talking, she had already grabbed the belt around Huo Jinxi's waist and played with it in her hands.
Huo Jinxi lowered his eyes to glance at her movements, and when he raised his head again, his eyes were already a bit gloomy.
Mu Qian found it interesting and became more and more unwilling to let go.
"Do you really think that with that thing, I won't dare to touch you?" Huo Jinxi finally spoke, his voice low and hoarse.
The smile on Mu Qian's lips remained, "Is it possible that Mr. Huo really wants to try what it's like to fight in a bloody battle?"
"There is not only one way to sleep with you." Huo Jinxi said slowly.
Mu Qian couldn't help but pause slightly in her movements and stared at him.
"Besides," Huo Jinxi's hand slowly pinched her chin, "it's not like I haven't tried it before."
In one sentence, the past suddenly opened up.
Those youthful and shameful pasts hidden deep in the memory suddenly surfaced, leaving Mu Qian breathless.
Huo Jinxi glanced at her, pulled her hand away, turned around and prepared to leave.
Mu Qian came back to her senses and couldn't help but chuckle.
"Then how can it be the same?" Mu Qian said, "After all, in the past, in Mr. Huo's eyes, I shouldn't be as annoying as I am now, right?"
Huo Jinxi stopped and turned to look at her.
Mu Qian did not admit defeat and met his gaze provocatively.
By the time Mu Qian realized how irrational she was at this moment, she was already lying on Huo Jinxi's bed again.
There is not only one way of intimacy between men and women in bed.
For example, that year, she was still young and immature, and he was unexpectedly aroused by her.
To Mu Qian at that time, Huo Jinxi was the best man in the world. Even though she was willing to devote herself wholeheartedly to him, he still adopted the most protective method to relieve her desires.
Not really possessing her.
How was she feeling at that time?
Shy yet happy, confused yet excited.
It was an intimacy that only belonged to the two of them, and it was a precious memory that she would never forget.
She kept that secret carefully until all her dreams turned into fragments and buried the secret.
For Mu Qian now, this memory makes her ashamed, but the reality at this moment makes her sober.
At some point in the past, she almost thought she had given up, but at this moment, she realized that she had not.
She just deliberately hid some things. When the memories rolled over and those memories she thought had disappeared came to her mind, she realized clearly that she still hated him.
Before she even realized it, this hatred had already overwhelmed her sanity, making her want to win against him even if he wanted to fight against him.
It turned out that she just wanted to see this man who was always aloof and arrogant surrender to his desires and her body.
Even though she thought it was ridiculous.
Reason told her it wasn't worth it, but reality didn't allow her to back down.
For Huo Jinxi, this is a release that cannot be easily satisfied.
Once the desires that have been hidden for many years are revealed, they pour out like a flood and there is no place to hide them.
From then on, when you eat the marrow, you know the taste, and your cravings are hard to satisfy.
Obviously we had been intimate countless times that night before, but at this moment, everything about that night has become distant. Only this kind of breathing and breathing can truly exist.
That night, Huo Jinxi was as silent and cold as ever, and Mu Qian couldn't even hear his breathing.
But that night, he lost his temper.
He was also tortured tossing and turning, but Mu Qian could hear his heavy breathing and feel his disordered heartbeat. All of this made Mu Qian realize that she had not lost.
Huo Jinxi surrendered to desire, but she did not.
But at the last moment, Huo Jinxi still didn't let her go.
He bit her lip and pressed hard against her body, finally forcing Mu Qian to scream.
After calling, Mu Qian was a little lost.
The sound of Huo Jinxi's breathing was right next to her ears, bringing her back to her senses.
Forget it, Mu Qian thought with some annoyance, she just surrendered to her body's reaction and didn't count as a loser.
Thinking of this, she turned to look at Huo Jinxi.
Huo Jinxi had already sat up and was about to go to the bathroom to clean himself up.
Mu Qian suddenly chuckled and kicked him with her sore leg.
Huo Jinxi looked back at her, Mu Qian's smile became brighter and brighter, "Mr. Huo, what is it like to sleep with a woman you hate? Will you feel uncomfortable afterwards?"
After hearing this, Huo Jinxi glanced at her, got up and walked into the bathroom.
Mu Qian originally wanted to lie on his bed and sleep all night to continue to treat him, but she was so sticky that she felt uncomfortable, so she had to go back to her room to take a shower.
When Huo Jinxi came out of the bathroom, there was still only an empty bed left for him.
Facing the mess on the bed, he remembered the question Mu Qian had just asked him.
What does it feel like to sleep with a woman you hate?
It's a pity that he couldn't answer her question.
…
It wasn't until dawn that Mu Qian gradually fell asleep, barely sleeping for a few hours. She always woke up in the middle of the night, and saw the sun was rising, so she simply got up.
At this moment, the Huo family mansion was very quiet, and it seemed that no one was at home anymore.
Mu Qian rubbed her shoulders and went downstairs. A servant came out of the kitchen and greeted her quickly: "Miss Mu, good morning. Do you want anything to eat?"
Mu Qian thought for a while, "Is there any porridge?"
"Yes, there are beef porridge, fish bone porridge and white porridge. Which one do you want?"
"Just white porridge." Mu Qian said and sat down at the dining table.
The servant had just brought a bowl of hot white porridge to the table when another person suddenly came down the stairs. Mu Qian turned around and saw that it was Cheng Manshu who was the least welcome person in the family.
Sure enough, Cheng Manshu's face darkened as soon as he saw her.
Mu Qian said hello obediently: "Aunt Huo, good morning."
Cheng Manshu ignored her. She was the superior Mrs. Huo. Except for the men in charge of the Huo family, everyone else looked at her face. She used to hate Mu Qian, so everyone in the Huo family also hated Mu Qian.
Mu Qian, but now a group of people actually want to please Mu Qian, she can't stand it, and she doesn't care.
Cheng Manshu carried his handbag and was about to go out directly, but suddenly he caught a glimpse of an ambiguous mark on Mu Qian's neck.
She paused suddenly, and after a moment, she strode towards Mu Qian, "What did you do last night?"
Mu Qian bit the spoon, raised her eyes to look at her, followed her gaze and glanced down at herself. She quickly understood and chuckled: "Aunt Huo, you shouldn't ask me, you should ask your own son.