She may not have noticed herself, and her own actions are more shy in the eyes of Qing Muchen.

Ashamed to be like a 17-year-old girl who has never experienced any feelings.

Although, she is not much different from her age and seventeen.

The emotional world is actually similar.

When Qing Muchen stared at her, she squatted for a few seconds. Then, there was a meteor in the ink, and it was awkward.

Qing Muchen suddenly thought of a problem.

There will be such a side of Moxier, should there be no past with Mo Zhen?

A woman with a slightly richer emotional world, in the eyes of Qing Muchen, it is impossible for her eyes to be so natural and so pure.

This is Qing Muchen's own guess.

Not confirmed, but still pleased him.

The snow outside is still rising.

Moxier buried his face in his arms, took a few steps, raised his face and stared at him to see, "Is it there?"

"Not yet!" Qing Muchen faintly returned to her, holding her and continuing to walk her own.

Moxier only really did not come, buried his face, the whole person shrinked in the clothes to continue to reduce the sense of existence.

This posture stayed for a while, and when it felt like it was almost time to come, her face couldn’t help but lift it again. "Is it there?"

"Quick." The answer to her is the faint voice of Qing Muchen.

Moxier did not doubt, his face was in his shoulder.

Now she seems to be doing this kind of thing more than before, and unlike the two when they first met, when he approached her, her conditional reflex was to go backwards.

I don't know when it started, she seems to have become more natural to all his actions.

The two kept this position and walked a little further.

When Moxier estimated that she had already entered the villa, her face was lifted again.

"Is it ok?"

I opened the clothes that blocked my face, and looked at the surrounding buildings and looked at it. She screamed and screwed her eyebrows. "Are we getting it wrong?"

"Is it?" The faint words escaped from the lips, and the words of Qing Muchen did not know whether they were negative or affirmative.

Moxier came here twice, and there were many buildings at night. She actually didn't remember very clearly.

She didn't care if she remembered it wrong.

However, after going a little further and looking at the office building outside, she suddenly realized that something was wrong.

This office building is Optimus Chen, just two years ago, the two talents just left.

"Qing Muchen, are we going backwards?"

"Oh!" A lazy word, this time, he seems to say that even one word is too redundant.

Oh!

What does "oh" mean?

Is he intentional?

Suddenly aware of this problem, Moxier looked at him stunnedly, and the eyebrows were lightly screwed.

Qing Muchen did not explain anything about her behavior, holding her on the road that the two had just walked, still walking on her own.

His footsteps were very sloppy, and his pace was dragged a little longer.

The frequency of staggering is soothing as if you are hanging out in your own garden.

Moxier stared at him for a while, his eyes were stiff and retracted, his eyes fixed on his arm, and suddenly some did not know where to put it.

"How come today is this time?"

Lightly hung her face, she faintly said.

"Fortunately." It is still a simple word, and the tone is still lingering.

"Why do you want to do this?" Moxier gave him a look, so he asked casually.