The Most Loving Marriage In History: Master Mu’s Pampered Wife

The night is getting deeper and deeper, and the maple dwelling in a quiet and peaceful place has already calmed down. The lights in the villa have already darkened, the cool breeze passed, and the shadows of the mother-in-law who fell on the ground swayed. It looks a bit desolate.

In the large and comfortable bedroom, Xi Xia night was originally a very peaceful and peaceful sleep. However, when she was sleeping, she suddenly felt that the man around her was not quite right. The slender fingertips clung to her. The wrist, the strength of the road is almost to cut off her wrist, the long arm around her waist is also turned into an iron arm, which is tightly restrained by her, she almost can not restrain the feeling of a suppressed pain...

In the darkness, there was a faint breath of breathing, and some of the faint warmth was already in the palm of her wrist. The summer sun was slightly sinking, and suddenly I felt that something was not quite right, and I struggled quickly. Reaching out the lamp on the bed and turning his head to look at him, this was discovered -

His handsome eyebrows were almost twisted into a ball. The face of the noble Qing Jun was pale, and there was a layer of sweat on his forehead. The black nightgown on his body was soaked and the breathing was heavy...

The taut look looked as if it was doing a painful nightmare, watching, and letting her worry that she could not hold back.

Xi Xia suddenly was shocked, and quickly shook his hand, and the sound of the hoarse voice was a little anxious. "Mu Dust... You wake up! Mu Dust..."

While calling, he reached out to his forehead with his hands and feet, but the fingertips had not touched, and the whole person was pushed away. Mu Chen was almost awake at the next moment, holding the bed in one hand. Quickly sitting up, the strength of the big hit hit the summer night almost fell out of bed, fortunately she moved quickly enough to stabilize the body.

And he quickly recovered his waking, and in the next second he also stretched out the summer night that was about to fall out of bed, and the low-pitched voice came, "How?"

Xi Xia night took a sigh of relief, sat down at the bed, a little bit of worry in the clear, and looked at him indifferently, seeing his face pale and sweaty, and shook his head for a while. A touch of concern, "Do you have a nightmare?"

It was said that Mu Yuchen only closed his eyes, eased it for a while, and then opened it. Some of the panic and uneasiness that had condensed before the black scorpion was suppressed, and soon it was restored to the calm and peaceful.

He took a sigh of relief and looked at her, low and said, "Sorry, wake you up!"

Xi Xia night quietly stared at him for a long time, then handed over the handkerchief on the bed cabinet and handed it to him, did not say anything, "wipe it, I will give you a nightgown, you wash, the clothes on your body are wet Thorough."

When he nodded and reached for the handkerchief she handed over, she was very sharply aware that she had printed a bruise on her slender wrist. When she wanted to say something, she had got up and walked toward the closet... ...

He watched her busy and silently. After a while, she opened the quilt and silently got out of bed. She came over to her and reached for the towel in her hand. "I come, let me go back to sleep..."

"you……"

Xi Xia hesitated and looked up at him.

"I'm fine, obedient, go back to sleep, I wash."

He reached out and touched her head, then took the towel and turned and walked toward the bathroom.

The back of Qing Jun looked at some sorrowful and lonely, and she suddenly felt a little uncomfortable in her heart. After a long silence, she finally sighed and turned away from the bedroom.

Mu Xiaochen rushed into a cold bath, changed the clean robe and came out of the bathroom. The bedroom was gone in the summer night, and the bed was cleaned up.

After thinking about it, he only raised his hand to the forehead, which was a little bit sore, and left the bedroom.

Xi Xia night with a glass of ice water back to the room, looking around and did not see the appearance of Mu Chenchen, until heard a light cough on the balcony of the porch, she just followed the sound.

Just before the balcony door, there was a faint smell of smoke in the air. Turning around and looking at the corner on the balcony, he saw him standing against the wind and leaning against the wind.

"Where did you go?"

When she saw her, he dropped the cigarette that had just burned a little while in the room and stared at her.

Xi Xia night came to him and stopped, and handed the ice water to him. "How do you feel?"

"Nothing, scared you?"

He took the cup and his eyes stopped on her bruised wrist, his eyes were a bit gloomy and complicated.

Xi Xia night licked the faintly painful wrist, carrying the star to meet his cast eyes, the light lip line scorned, then shook his head, silenced, and decided to look at him, Exploratory questioning, "You have a heart, so you are blinded..."

Seeing her cautious inquiry, his silent eyes suddenly overflowed with a little ease, bowing down and drinking a few cold, cold waters, and did not answer her.

Staring at him for a long time, seeing that he did not seem to answer the plan, Xi Xia night had to quietly regain his gaze, took a breath, his hands held the cold railing, looked at the dim street lights in the courtyard below, no more Continue to ask.

The atmosphere in the air suddenly suppressed, and the cool breeze continued to come from the distant sky, blowing the two people's clothes a little messy, and the blue silk scattered by her shawl was also a bit messy.

The two stood so silently, and no one spoke, but he kept watching her silently.

I don't know how long it took, she finally couldn't resist the chill of this kind, and the subconscious trembled a little. Then I frowned and turned to look at him. "It's a bit cold here, or go back..."

Seeing her contemptuous look, her heart was micro-Microsoft, and then she reached out and took her into her arms. The low-pitched voice was quietly introduced into her ears. "Is it angry?"

"No……"

She doesn't overdo it, of course she won't admit that it's not a taste because of his non-response.

"That is when you have a bad heart, never dare to look at my eyes, summer night..."

He suddenly sighed, and the slender fingertips gently held her struggling hands and indulged for a moment before continuing. "A few days is the Ching Ming Festival. At these times in the past few years, the nightmare continues... Don't even You are also scared..."

"I'm fine..."

For a long time, she faintly responded to such a sentence, looked up at him from his arms, "just... want to tell you... if you need, I... I will do my best to protect you... Although I know that I am still weak...but I have been working hard..."

Her eyes are full of sincerity and firmness, and her tone is very dignified.