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

Qiao Wangshu was amused by his childish appearance and pinched his face: "Okay, it's late now. Your health is more important. Let's do it next time."

Mo Beichen didn't want to force her on this matter, and before they started, he promised her that she could stop at any time. She could only reluctantly withdraw her body, her tone still very aggrieved: "You go wash first."

Qiao Wangshu smiled and coaxed, "You wash first, and then quickly put on your clothes. I'm not afraid of catching a cold. Be obedient."

Mo Beichen obeyed obediently, but his expression was still very aggrieved.

Men take showers quickly.

When he finished his shower, dried his hair, and changed into his pajamas, Qiao Wangshu had already gotten up in his bathrobe and was changing the sheets and quilt covers...

Just like that just now.

I can't sleep at all.

Mo Beichen came over, hugged her waist from behind, and bit her neck. He was so clingy, and his low, mellow voice was mixed with a bit of satisfaction: "Wife, I'm done, I'll do it, you go wash."

"It's almost done. I'll leave when you're done." Qiao Wangshu was hugged by him and passively stopped tidying up the bed sheets.

Mo Beichen rubbed his big head against her neck: "I lost control just now... Aren't you tired? Aren't your legs sore? Doesn't your waist hurt?"

Is this guy showing off his physical strength? His power?

How could Qiao Wangshu not have sore waist and legs? But that bed...

I can't sleep.

He said that.

The heat on Qiao Wangshu's face that had just faded away came back again, and he struggled in his arms: "I'm going to take a shower."

Looking at her back as she ran away because of shyness.

The corners of Mo Beichen's mouth curled up.

My wife is so cute.

Although Mo Beichen can't cook, he is quite capable of taking care of himself.

After Qiao Wangshu finished his shower and cleaned up, when he came out of the bathroom, all the sheets and quilt covers were tidied up, and the ones he had taken off were taken to the laundry room by Mo Beichen.

Seeing her coming out in pajamas, Mo Beichen stared at her with his eyes fixed, lifted the quilt beside him, patted the bed, and his eyes were filled with impatience: "Wife, come up quickly."

Qiao Wangshu felt that this guy was a little different.

I have never been so passionate and direct before.

He has always been reserved in his emotions, and rarely shows any expression.

It's not like this, where you talk about your wife all the time and never talk about her.

He always liked to call her "Shushu".

Now suddenly I feel...

A feeling of being exposed.

Perhaps his love for her had always been so intense. It was just that she had been unwilling to pay attention to him, unwilling to contact him, unwilling to understand him. He ran into obstacles everywhere with her, and everything he said was wrong and everything he did was wrong. Over time, he dared not show his feelings, for fear of making her even more annoyed.

Thinking of the past.

Qiao Wangshu felt a sharp pain in his heart.

She had treated him so badly before!

She walked towards him, crawled into the quilt, and nestled in his arms. Her sweet voice was hoarse and lingering: "Husband, thank you for loving me, thank you for always loving me. Tell me what you think in the future, and don't hide unhappy things. We are husband and wife now, there is nothing we can't talk about."

Her sudden sigh made Mo Beichen confused. He rubbed her head with his chin and asked, "Why are you saying this suddenly?"

Qiao Wangshu looked up in his arms and looked at his face: "Just say what you want to say, I hope you can do the same. Say whatever you want to say to me, do whatever you want to do. With me, you can do whatever you want. When two people get married and spend their whole lives together, the most important thing is to be happy, don't you think?"

Mo Beichen did not refute her.

But he didn't take her words to heart.

It doesn't matter if he is happy or unhappy, as long as she is happy.

If he really did whatever he wanted, did whatever he wanted, said whatever he wanted, he was afraid that she would be scared and run away from him and never see him again!

What he wanted to do most in his heart was...

Lock her in the bedroom.

Tied to the bed!

I can’t go anywhere and I can’t see anyone!

Only belongs to him!

Young couple's wedding night.

The big devil finally got his wish fulfilled and hugged his little wife and talked to her for a while.

The night is getting darker.

The two slept in each other's arms.

the next day.

Friday.

Normally, Mo Beichen has to go to work.

But he didn't want to remember.

The land of gentleness is truly addictive.

Because of his biological clock, he woke up early. With his wife in his arms, how could he think about anything else?

As soon as Qiao Wangshu opened her eyes, she saw his handsome face close to her. His deep black eyes were looking at her with a burning gaze. In a trance, Qiao Wangshu remembered that when she was just reborn, she seemed to have seen his eyes as affectionate as now. But at that time, their relationship was still very awkward. He was introverted and expressionless all year round. She thought at that time that maybe she saw it wrong.

The current state is still better.

Straightforward.

Hot.

Don't hide anything.

Qiao Wangshu leaned over and kissed him on the lips. Her voice, having just woken up, was very lazy, soft, and a little hoarse: "Good morning, husband."

Mo Beichen suppressed his smile, his eyes stained with thick lingering attachment: "Are you leaving today?"

The question was asked in a wronged and cautious manner.

They separated on the second day of their wedding.

Too inhumane.

Qiao Wangshu thought that today was Friday, so he might as well stay with him for two more days. He threw himself into his arms, nestled his little head in his chest, and every word he said struck his heart: "I'm not going back today. I want to stay with you."

Someone immediately laughed: "Then I'll give myself another day off and accompany you the whole day."

"Okay." Qiao Wangshu rubbed his chest and said, "Achen, I'm hungry. Actually, I was hungry last night. I was so tired and hungry that I didn't want to get up. Let's go eat first."

"Yeah." Mo Beichen was very happy that she was not leaving today. He would agree to whatever she said.

Had breakfast.

Qiao Wangshu and Mo Beichen were watching a movie on the sofa in the living room.

The relationship between the two took a qualitative leap last night.

Be honest.

Intimacy.

When you have tasted the sweetness, that is the most disgusting moment.

Mo Beichen was wearing thin cotton slippers and sitting like a boss, leaning back on the gorgeous European-style sofa. His pair of long legs was hard to ignore.

Qiao Wangshu took off his slippers, lay on his side on the sofa, with most of his body nestled in his arms.

Even without words, a glance between each other can make people feel sweet and affectionate.

The servant cut the fruit and brought it over.

Mo Beichen picked up the fruit with a silver fork and fed it to his little wife in his arms.

While eating, Qiao Wangshu said, "Achen, you eat too."

"Yeah." Mo Beichen used the same silver fork to feed her and eat himself.

Mo Beixiao slept until half past nine.

Wash and change clothes.

It was less than ten o'clock when I went downstairs.

Seeing those two people on the sofa being shameless, unscrupulous and affectionate, the single dog's big aluminum alloy eyes widened instantly!

There were several obvious and ambiguous red marks on the side of his third brother's neck, which were obviously left by fingernails.

There were several clear, bright red kiss marks on the third sister-in-law's neck.

Mo Beixiao has never dated a girlfriend, even though he knew why the two came back early last night. But he was still shocked when he saw it with his own eyes. He always thought that the two had done that countless times. But it seemed to be the second time they had tormented each other like this. Except for the night when the third sister-in-law escaped and was caught, it was today.

Could it be that those cars in the middle are all fake?