"Don't go?" Qing Muchen walked toward her in a few steps. When she passed by her, her eyes squinted at her.

Moxier’s gaze moved along his figure, and his eyes looked up and down on him.

Qing Muchen’s sweater has a narrow neckline and a small piece of chest is exposed.

Moxier always thought that Qing Muchen was not afraid of cold, just like the self-contained warm-up function. The temperature in the winter room is so low that people who don't use heating can go cold.

She used to think of him like this. However, today, she clearly saw several small goose bumps on his exposed skin.

In the snowy weather, this kind of thing appears, she knows what he is now.

Moxier stared at his chest for a few seconds, did not say anything, and slowly walked his way.

Her pace was very slow, and while she was walking down, she would call her to take her clothes back.

However, they have already walked hundreds of meters away, and Qing Muchen around has never said a word.

This kind of him, inexplicable to let Moxier heart is not a taste.

Looking at him from the side, he approached him a few steps, untied his clothes, and she made a very unexpected move.

Unbutton the buttons on his coat, take off his clothes, take a ride on him, pull the collars on both sides and bring them in his direction. She buckled himself in a coat with him.

Qing Muchen obviously did not expect that she would make such a move. He seemed to squat for a moment, quietly watching her movements, and for a long time did not say a word.

"Okay." Moxier acted with a button on the buttons, raised his face, and added a faint sentence. "Don't thank me, just don't want to owe too much."

"I said thank you for your help?"

Moxier did not answer his words, snorted, and wanted to move on. The footsteps just stepped open, but they were pulled back by the jackets of the two.

The brow is light and wrinkled, and she seems to be a bit entangled in how the two people are walking.

"No brain!" Qing Muchen's eyelids lifted up, faintly snorted, and the expression on his face was abandoning.

Moxier was angrily wanting to punch him.

She thought for him, is he rumouring her?

"Qing Muchen, who are you?" I wanted to go back. However, the words had not been taken off, but I was stunned by one of his actions.

Qing Muchen put her arms on her waist and held the child like it. Very grandly, she suddenly hugged her up.

He hugged her upright, and picked her up with ease. The legs/legs of Moxier were out of condition, and they were wrapped around his waist. The slender arm actively hooked his neck.

Qing Muchen's clothes are very wide, and both of them are thin. Even in this position, they are still not tight in the coat.

Qing Muchen seems to enjoy her attachment to her, holding her in such a posture, and proceeding gently to the villas of the two.

His movements are very neat, and every muscle in his body is filled with strong strength, and the thick male hormones are well displayed in him.

Moxier was stiff and allowed him to hold himself, his eyes secretly looked at his close face.

Looking at his resolutely incisive face, her heart seemed to be hit by something, and suddenly jumped.

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