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Chapter 198 You don¡¯t think...I want to sleep with you, do you?

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    The man¡¯s hand paused slightly, and he looked up at the woman in the mirror, looking at her unblinkingly with eyes deeper than the night.

    "No." His expression was indifferent, "Su Li and I rarely see each other when we are together. We usually separate after having a meal."

    Song Chujiu muttered: "I didn't ask these questions, why are you explaining these?"

    "I thought you wanted to know."

    "I don't want to know these things."

    Xiao Moqing said no more.

    The warm wind blew Song Chujiu¡¯s hair warmly. Xiao Moqing¡¯s technique was quite good. Although he accidentally scratched her hair at first, he became more and more skilled as he went to the back.

    Song Chujiu sat on the sofa, feeling drowsy for a moment.

    Song Chujiu didn¡¯t know when her hair was blow-dried because she was already asleep.

    Until she was gently pushed awake by the man.

    "Have you finished blowing?" Song Chujiu opened his eyes drowsily and said vaguely: "Bring me the pillow and quilt. I'll sleep on the sofa tonight."

    Sleepiness came over him, and Song Chujiu closed his eyes again after finishing speaking.

    Xiao Moqing looked at her for a while, then suddenly picked her up from the sofa.

    With his body hanging in the air, Song Chujiu suddenly opened his eyes.

    "Xiao Moqing, what are you doing?"

    The original drowsiness disappeared in such an instant. Song Chujiu's body tensed up and her eyes looked at him warily.

    "Go back to bed."

    "Put me down first."

    Xiao Moqing ignored her and walked directly to the bed.

    "Xiao Moqing!" Song Chujiu couldn't help but raise his voice, "Hurry up and put me down!"

    Although her relationship with Xiao Moqing has eased a lot and she is willing to continue the marriage, it does not mean that she is willing to have something happen with Xiao Moqing

    Xiao Moqing put Song Chujiu on the bed, and his dark eyes fell on Song Chujiu's slightly wary face.

    "Song Chujiu, did you misunderstand something?" Xiao Moqing lowered his eyes and looked at her, his handsome features showing no emotion.  "I just want you to go back to bed."

    "Xiao Moqing, I have already said that I will sleep on the sofa tonight." Song Chujiu raised his face slightly, "I think our current relationship is not suitable for sleeping in the same bed."

    Xiao Moqing raised his eyebrows slightly in a meaningful arc.

    "I am a man, so naturally I will not let a woman sleep on the sofa. Song Chujiu, what are you thinking about?"

    Xiao Moqing slowly leaned down, supporting Song Chujiu with his hands on both sides, looking at her with a restrained posture, full of oppression.

    "You don't thinkI want to sleep with you, do you?"

    The two people were too close.

    She could even smell his fragrance after bathing.

    Song Chujiu was slightly suffocated, and his fair and pretty face was slightly warm.

    It turned out that she had misunderstood.

    "Sorry, I misunderstood." Song Chujiu subconsciously avoided his gaze, lowered his eyes and said, "It's late. You have to go to work tomorrow, so go to bed early."

    Xiao Moqing looked at Song Chujiu who lowered his head. Instead of embarrassing her, he straightened up.

    He picked up the pillows on the bed and the quilt beside him, and walked towards the sofa.

    Song Chujiu watched Xiao Moqing spread the quilt in an orderly manner, with meticulous movements.

    ¡°He laid it out very neatly, without even a single wrinkle. At first glance, it¡¯s clear that he has complete mysophobia and obsessive-compulsive disorder.

    Xiao Moqing is tall. Although the sofa is very large, it still seems a bit crowded after the man lies on it.

    Song Chujiu glanced at the big bed where he was lying, and then at the slightly crowded sofa, with complicated eyes.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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