Chapter 2850: Sweet Little World (8)

Moxier slowly walked in his direction, his eyes only faintly glanced at him, turned and walked to the mirror to blow his hair.
Qing Muchen's gaze moved along her figure. After the sight was twisted on her, it seemed to be stuck by glue, and it was not removed.
Moxier was facing him, his back was straight and his face was calm.
However, the hair was rubbed and rubbed, and the corners of her eyes would not look at him in the direction of his eyes, staring at him with a quiet look.
Qing Muchen’s gaze is like a burning star, and the soft light falls on his eyes. In his dark ink, he casts a little light, and his eyes are like a flame that is burning. .
The temperature of the room, under one of his eyes, seemed to be hot.
The temperature in this season is not high. Moxier wore a long-sleeved bathrobe, but when it came out, it was still a little cold.
However, when he looked at him like this, she seemed to be in the flames, and the skin on the back stared by Qing Muchen was like a fire letter, and suddenly it was hot.
The hand holding the towel shook, and she pulled her yukata and stood up and turned to the balcony.
As if he was not there, calmly and dry the hair, she stood on the balcony for a while and did not turn into the house.
The sight of Qing Muchen seems to remain on her, even if she does not look in his direction, Moxier still feels it.
Without paying attention, her gaze turned to a large around her, and the slender and beautiful fingertips gently stroked the petals and played them again and again.
"Do you know the flower language of the big pansy?" The corner of the eye slanted to him, and she chatted with him.
Qing Muchen has never been a person who cares about flowers, and he does not understand the romance of literature and art.
In fact, he is not a romantic person in his bones. At least he never did anything romantic to him.
"what?"
Moxier provoked a flower stem, and the red lips slightly dragged up. "I guess you don't know!"
The slender fingertips broke off the blossoming flower in the pot and placed it in the palm of his hand. He looked at it quietly, and her five fingers suddenly closed.
Over the side, his eyes slanted to him, she vomited two words, "binding!"
Qing Muchen has a slight glimpse.
Moxier looked at the flower's eyes dark and dark, the white fingers were loosened, and the palms were spread out. Looking at the blossoming flowers, she said to herself, "This is the case." The flowers, which should have stayed in nature freely growing, why should they be bound to such a small space in the balcony? Into the original life mode of the people, forcibly change, forcibly intervene, and even use various walls to bind, against the laws of nature It may not be able to bear fruit."
Raise his hand, the petals in his hand spilled in the night sky, watching the petal rain rising in the air, her eyes stagnate, side over the head, her face turned to Qing Muchen, the lips sneaked a mockery, she popped up again One sentence, "Like marriage! Are you saying yes?"
In the first half of her words, Qing Muchen was still quite serious.
The latter half is the more outrageous!
She is ridiculing that he has disrupted her original life, forcibly changed her world, and even forcibly intervened?
Moxier looked at him fixedly, and the taunts of the lips were lightly glaring. In the eyes of Qing Muchen, it was extremely glaring.
In fact, she mainly wants to emphasize that even if they are married, they may not have results!