Quick time travel: The cold villain is acting like a baby in my arms again

The beauty sheds tears, and a branch of pear blossom brings rain in spring.

It's a pity that Mu Ciwan didn't have the heart to appreciate it at the moment, all he could do was feel distressed.

"Why are you crying?"

The index finger gently wiped away the teardrops from the corners of Qiu Cimu's eyes, and Mu Ciwan's heart felt densely distressed.

"Hurry up and turn off the fire!"

Qiu Cimu looked at her, feeling a little ashamed of himself in this state, but he couldn't move his eyes away, so he just looked at Mu Ciwan helplessly, and said in his mouth: "Hurry up, the fire will be gone later." It's about to set the kitchen on fire."

How could Mu Ciwan dare to let him stay alone, so he hugged him directly: "Okay, okay, go to the gate, go to the gate."

As soon as he finished speaking, he picked up Qiu Cimu and walked downstairs.

"What are you doing!?" Qiu Cimu subconsciously grasped Mu Ciwan's lapel.

"Go down and turn off the fire, I can't bear to leave a sad little rabbit crying here."

Mu Ciwan joked.

"Look at this crying sad appearance, I didn't hurt so much when I was injured on the battlefield."

It's okay not to mention this, but when Qiu Cimu thought of Mu Ci's injuries on the battlefield that night, the tears that had accumulated in his eyes began to fall down again, drop by drop, like round pearls.

At first he felt a little embarrassed, but Mu Ciwan refused to put him down, so he simply buried himself in Mu Ciwan's clothes, crying silently.

Mu Ciwan felt that his heart was about to break.

"Baby, can you tell me if you are unhappy? Don't cry alone, I will feel bad."

Mu Ciwan tried his best to soften his voice so that Qiu Cimu could stabilize his emotions, while carefully releasing his pheromones. Just now, he briefly marked Qiu Cimu. At this moment, the people in his arms are litchi The smell of wine.

"No, no unhappy." Qiu Cimu cried sadly, and even couldn't help but twitched.

The sudden emotion overwhelmed him, but when he really wanted to talk about what was wrong in detail, he couldn't tell, but he couldn't control his eyes that were about to cry.

"Then tell me what you're thinking right now."

Mu Ciwan had already walked downstairs, freed one hand to turn off the fire, did not look at how the porridge in the casserole was now, turned on the exhaust system, turned off the smoke alarm, and carried him into the living room , sitting on the sofa together.

To be precise, she was sitting on the sofa, and Qiucimu sat on her body.

soft.

"The porridge is spoiled."

Qiuci said dully.

Kiss away the tears from the corners of his eyes, let him look directly at her instead of burying himself in her arms.

"You can cook the porridge again in your arms, can I cook it for you next time?"

"you will not."

I know why Mu Ciwan could hear dislike from this faint sentence.

"I can learn, cooking porridge is so simple."

"It's so simple that you broke the casserole for the first time." Qiu Cimu whispered in his mouth, his voice was low, but as a high-level alpha, how could Mu Ciwan not hear it.

Although she knew that Qiu Cimu was talking about their past, she still felt a little unhappy. She lowered her eyes and tried to suppress the emotions in her heart: "I'm sorry, it won't happen in the future."

But the person in his arms suddenly raised his head and kissed her on the lips: "Don't be unhappy."

Mu Ciwan was startled, pinched Qiu Cimu's hand, his eyes were dim.

He can actually feel it.

Even with the blessing of pheromones, it is impossible to be so sensitive to a person's emotions, not to mention that Mu Ciwan was professionally trained, but Qiu Cimu felt it and responded.

The depression that had accumulated in my heart because of that sentence just now dissipated.

She squeezed Qiu Cimu's neck: "What else are you thinking about?"

"You're injured." Qiu Cimu looked at her seriously, and went to pull her pajamas again, trying to check her injuries, but was stopped by Mu Ciwan, dumbfounded: "No, didn't you see it just now?" Is it? Now that the technology is so advanced, it is impossible to leave most of the scars, if you keep touching them, I won't be able to do anything else."

As soon as Qiu Cimu heard these words, she immediately took her hand back and hid it obediently behind her back.

"Anything else?"

Qiu Cimu shook his head, and suddenly leaned heavily on Mu Ciwan's body: "Actually, I didn't want to cry."

Mu Ciwan's fingers ran through his hair, the soft hair was comparable to that of a bunny, it was very comfortable and lovable.

"I know, I'm here."

"Ah."

Did anyone speak in the following time? The time passed quietly until Mu Ciwan took the initiative to break the peace: "The next time you cry, you will also be in front of me. In fact, it is the little mermaid who dropped the pearl, and it should be collected by me."

"I can't drop pearls, only tears."

"That will also be cherished in my heart."

And then... Qiucimu turned into a rabbit.

Black eyes and red eyes looked at each other, Mu Ciwan resigned to his fate, picked up the rabbit and went to the kitchen to tidy up the mess.

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The affairs of the military department have come to an end for the time being, and everything is going according to plan. Mu Ciwan intends to train successors, so he didn't interfere too much in this matter, but reminded them in time when they stepped into a misunderstanding.

Time flies, a month has passed, Mu Ciwan remembers that today is the birthday party of an important member, Qiu Cimu has become less clingy these days, but he started not to eat, and does not hold Mu Ciwan to bed every night , Holding Mu Ciwan's clothes every day, he surrounded himself in a circle.

Mu Ciwan: "..."

I'm jealous, but if I don't say anything, I'll hug you back into my arms in the middle of the night, and I'll see what you do.

Qiu Cimu accepts this well, some things are out of instinct, it doesn't mean he wants to do it.

Well, in a way, that's exactly what he wanted to do.

"Will you go to the banquet with me today?"

Mu Ciwan followed Qiu Cimu's command and put the butter in the pot to watch it slowly melt. At the same time, he put the bread down to fry, and made another simple one. The technique was still a little immature, and the eggshell almost broke. She followed, but luckily she caught it back quickly with her quick hands and eyes.

"Turn it over quickly, or it will be mushy." Qiu Cimu handed Mu Ciwan the shovel beside him. He hadn't eaten much recently, and his complexion was not very good. His lips, which were originally light-colored, were still a little glowing now. Bai, like a sick beauty.

"No, do you want some milk?"

"No, fishy." Qiu Cimu felt uncomfortable when he thought of the smell of milk, leaning against the kitchen wall, watching Mu Ciwan's movements.

"So you want to come with me?"

"Go."