He died to save me, and was reborn to be favored by him

Qiao Wangshu said this.

Mo Beichen's terrifying aura suddenly subsided a lot, and he asked in disbelief: "I... accompany you? Together?"

When she first arrived at Mo's School, he had offered to take her to a banquet in the Beijing circle.

It was she who refused.

Never.

She never mentioned her family in front of him.

He didn't dare to ask for too much.

He is already very satisfied that she is staying by his side obediently now.

If she really wanted him to be part of her family and was willing to marry him...

The more he thought about it, the more excited Mo Beichen became.

Is that what he thought?

is it?

She wants to take him home.

She treats him as family.

Is she willing to put marriage on the agenda?

But her father...

When Mo Beichen thought of Song Zhizhong, his eyes suddenly turned cold again.

Qiao Wangshu could accurately sense his mood changes, wondering why he was unhappy again? The words had already been said, so she could only bite the bullet and hug him and act coquettishly: "Well, you go home with me, okay... Chen, I really miss home a little, so I'll go back and stay for two days, okay?"

Mo Beichen hesitated for a moment: "Okay."

Qiao Wangshu immediately raised her head in his arms, and the arms that were originally around his waist turned upwards to hook around his neck, and she stood on tiptoes to kiss him.

Mo Beichen bent down to cooperate with her.

When it comes to kissing, Qiao Wangshu is always a playful person and a novice. She often takes the initiative to flirt with Mo Beichen, but she is the first to fail and run out of energy. She tilts her head back and kisses him for a while, then shrinks her neck and tries to hide.

How could Mo Beichen let her go so easily?

One hand pinched her waist and the other hand pressed down on the back of her little head, leaving her no chance to dodge.

The nights in Beijing around the Mid-Autumn Festival are already a little chilly.

Mo Beichen has been afraid of cold since he was a child.

But at this time, both of them felt hot.

There seemed to be invisible sparks in the air, crackling and exploding.

My sanity is disintegrating bit by bit.

Mo Beichen then put his arms around Qiao Wangshu's slender waist and lifted her up with force.

I don’t know what Qiao Wangshu was thinking, but he actually cooperated and jumped up.

Mo Beichen hugged her as she jumped up.

The little woman hung on him tightly like a koala.

He held her legs with both hands, hugging her tightly. Some long-restrained desires deep in his heart were no longer controlled by his brain. He picked up the person in his arms, strode away from the terrace and walked into the room, heading straight for the big bed...

Qiao Wangshu was put on the bed by him.

There is no time to relax.

Someone's slender figure, carrying a strong sense of oppression, came straight over and held her tightly in his arms.

His slightly cool breath had turned completely scorching hot.

Two thin lips pressed down.

He followed her lips and kissed her hard.

The light in the bedroom was not as bright as the living room, nor as dim as the terrace, but a warm yellow. Like the setting sun shining on the sea, dim and gentle. Each other's eyebrows were stained with a soft warm yellow, and their breathing was rapid, like the surging waves on the sea...

Mo Beichen placed his hands on Qiao Wangshu's waist.

The mouth moves constantly.

My hands became increasingly restless.

After the fall, Qiao Wangshu changed out of her nightgown and into a thin pajama set consisting of a top and pants.

The big devil found the gap in the corner of the pajamas easily.

His hands roamed around her waist.

Seems to be hesitating.

Qiao Wangshu was kissed so hard that his breathing became disordered, and he felt almost suffocated by lack of oxygen. His beautiful, clear eyes were now wet and misty, like pear blossoms in spring water in March, quite pitiful.

Mo Beichen tilted his head, put his head close to Qiao Wangshu's ear, and called her softly: "Shushu..."

The tone is lingering and hoarse.

It also seemed to be a bit of a plea.

Qiao Wangshu took deep breaths and made random "hmm" sounds.

As if someone had received some special permission, the hand that had been hesitating on her waist finally reached inside along the hem of her clothes...

He has a thin layer of calluses on his fingertips, and his hands and feet are always cold.

Qiao Wangshu was so excited that his body trembled.

A certain big devil didn't dare to move for a moment, just sticking to the skin of her waist, neither moving forward nor backward!

The whole room suddenly became so quiet that only the sound of each other's breathing and heartbeats could be heard.

I do not know how long it has been.

Mo Beichen raised his big head from Qiao Wangshu's ear and fixed his eyes on her blushing face. He was sweating a little after the passionate kiss. His skin was now red, and his cold white complexion looked even better.

Qiao Wangshu looked at him.

His dark eyes were filled with dangerous signals.

Her heart was beating faster than ever before.

She thought he would do something.

However, it does not.

He just looked at her face without missing a beat. In her beautiful eyes, he saw tiny, crystal-clear liquid like starlight. Those were the tears that came out physiologically when she almost suffocated during the kiss. But he thought that it was his bold action that scared her to tears. Thinking of that night, when she struggled and resisted like that, he couldn't be cruel!

He hesitated to take any further action.

Qiao Wangshu blinked: "Achen..."

This low call brought him back from the unhappy memories of that night. He leaned against her face, pecked her lightly, and clumsily said to coax her: "Shushu, did I...scare you?"

Qiao Wangshu shook his head: "Not bad."

Mo Beichen intimately rested his forehead against hers: "I just want to be close to you, don't be afraid."

Qiao Wangshu nodded.

Mo Beichen was a reserved person with a bad tongue. He always felt that some words were too hot to say. Not knowing how to express it, he hesitated for a long time before saying, "I... just... touch it, okay?"

How should Qiao Wangshu respond to this?

Some things just happen naturally when the atmosphere is right...

He had to ask so seriously.

Qiao Wangshu felt his whole body was getting hot and nodded again.

Someone kissed her again.

Unlike his previous violent kiss, this time he kissed her extra gently.

And the hand moved again.

From her waist all the way up...

Carefully occupied the two high and low places.

A certain big devil said something about touching it.

But if it really happened, how could it be just a moment?

……

The night was deeper.

Someone has tasted the sweetness and it's so annoying.

Don't talk much.

He is a practical man.

Silently taking advantage.

……

Mid-Autumn Festival is on Tuesday, September 17th in the Gregorian calendar.

The day after the holiday is Wednesday.

Qiao Wangshu is still studying in Mo Beichen's company.

Mo Beichen agreed to take her home for two days. Although he didn't achieve his goal in one go, it was a big step forward for him to agree to take her home. He was too paranoid and always liked to fantasize. She could only take it slowly.

Thinking that she would stay for two days this time, she decided to go home on Friday, and went directly from the Mo Group to the Qiao Family Villa after get off work. Song Zhizhong thought that after sending her to the Mo Family, she would never be able to go back. She insisted on going back, and she wanted to take Mo Beichen with her. Even if two days was not enough to do anything, she had to annoy the family of three.