You look so beautiful when you cry [Quick Transmigration]

One o'clock.

Su Qiao stood by the window, her gaze became more gloomy under the cover of the night.

He looked at the street downstairs, a few sporadic cars speeding past, but none of them entered the community.

"elder brother…"

His voice was deep and hoarse.

Brother did not go home.

Never before.

Su Qiao fiddled with the phone nervously.

Finally, he saw a car parked at the gate of the community.In the dark night, only a sports car can be seen clearly.

Su Qiao watched Mo Xi get down from the co-pilot with a blank face.

He slowly drew the curtains and lay back on the bed.

I counted silently in my heart until I heard the sound of the key turning.

Moxi deliberately suppressed the sound, and the good sound insulation made the sound of water in the bathroom almost inaudible.

Su Qiao opened her eyes wide and waited quietly.

Moxi washed for nearly an hour before finally walking out of the bathroom.His hair was still dripping with water, so he simply wiped it with a towel.

"Hmm..." Su Qiao seemed to have just been woken up, turned over and faced Mo Xi, "Brother..."

Just now, after washing his body repeatedly, but the traces in his heart are still there, Moxi felt a little guilty and dared not look Su Qiao directly, and went to bed, "Qiao Qiao, I'm sorry, I woke you up."

Su Qiao hugged Mo Xi and leaned close to his body, only then did she feel that the uneasiness in her heart eased a little, "Brother, I'm so scared."

Mo Xi kissed his forehead, feeling pain in his heart, "I'm sorry, Qiao Qiao." He couldn't help cursing the culprit in his heart, "It won't happen in the future."

Su Qiao sniffed, and there was only the aroma of bath liquid on Mo Xi's body.

"Brother," his voice was aggrieved, but his expression hidden in the night was a little distorted, "There will be no next time."

Mo Xi kissed him on the cheek again, and replied in a low voice, "Yes."

Su Qiao got close to Mo Xi, bit his neck, but relaxed when Mo Xi was in pain, and just sucked out a bright red mark.

"Brother, you have to make it up to me."

Mo Xi indulged Su Qiao's actions, and when he heard this, his first reaction in his heart was 'Su Qiao knows'.

However, Su Qiao continued, "It woke me up today, I'm so sleepy."

Moxi breathed a sigh of relief unconsciously, he remembered the restaurant that Su Qiao accidentally mentioned yesterday, "Tomorrow is Saturday, let's go out together."

There was no joyful look on Su Qiao's face, but a faint reply.

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Mo Xi's biological clock is very accurate, even though he went to bed very late yesterday, he still got up on time.

Su Qiao seemed to be still sleeping, Mo Xi smiled, stroked his hair, then got up to wash and cook.

He also only started to learn how to cook a few years ago, because Su Qiao always looked thin and thin.

Mo Xi didn't know, just as he walked out of the room, Su Qiao opened his eyes.

Stretching out her hand to touch the bed sheet that Mo Xi had been lying on, Su Qiao slowly smiled.

"If every day could be like this..."

The aroma of the food came over, and Su Qiao took a deep breath.

This is... the happiness that I have worked so hard to get.

"Jojo," Moxi's voice sounded, "get up."

Instead, Su Qiao closed her eyes and remained motionless.

Sure enough, a few minutes later, Mo Xi came over.

"Qiao Qiao, good boy," he put his legs on the bed, with a smile in his voice, "don't you want to go out and play?"

Su Qiao rubbed her eyes, sat up in a daze, stretched out her arms towards Mo Xi, "Brother..."

Mo Xi was wearing a long-sleeved turtleneck sweater and a black apron. He looked at Su Qiao with "kindness" in his eyes, and felt like he was going to say "good son" in the next second.

"Brother, where..." Su Qiao put on the face of a pure and innocent boy, but there was some strange expectation in her eyes, "It's so hot."

Mo Xi's smile froze on his face.

He really didn't want to see that part of the same sex again.

Su Qiao's legs were worn out, and she curled up under the quilt, "It's so uncomfortable..." He didn't go to see Mo Xi, but seemed to be unbearable, and even a few tears flowed from his eyes.

"..." Mo Xi felt a dull pain where the swelling had not subsided.

But Su Qiao was still moaning unbearably, as if he didn't even know how to have enough food and clothing for himself, the wet eyes like a puppy finally looked at Mo Xi, begging.

"Please, brother..." Su Qiao took a breath of grievance, "Could it be that you don't want to help me because I'm ugly?"

As soon as that word came out, Mo Xi was turned on again.

"Qiao Qiao is the most perfect." Mo Xi knelt down on the bed, and kissed Su Qiao's forehead devoutly, but as soon as Su Qiao raised his head, the kiss was printed on his lips.

Su Qiao's face turned red.

Mo Xi shook his hands to take off his clothes, but suddenly realized something, and stopped suddenly.

on myself...

Mo Xi was glad that Su Qiao didn't turn on the lights last night, so he didn't see the miserable marks on his body.The most serious thing was the sharp cut on his wrist, which was still wrapped in gauze, so he had to put on a high-necked dress to cover it up.

"Qiao Qiao," Mo Xi said softly, almost begging him, "this time, can I use my mouth?"

Su Qiao clenched her fists.

He lifted the quilt, sat up, his expression was still pure and innocent, "But, brother always knocks me." Different from his coquettish voice, what he said was a bit aggressive, "Brother's skills are so poor, It hurts every time I use my mouth."

Mo Xi's face was pale, and he didn't know what to say.

Su Qiao pulled Mo Xi's hand, like a child begging for candy, and said to Mo Xi, "Brother, only you can help me...It's so uncomfortable there..."

Mo Xi's body was still weak, but he couldn't refuse Su Qiao's request.

"Okay, okay." Mo Xi trembling hands, not knowing what to do, suddenly thought of something, tentatively said, "Qiao Qiao, you, didn't you say that you were sleepy, then, then this time..."

When he said this, Mo Xi's face was feverish unconsciously, "Can you close your eyes?"

Su Qiao knew something in his heart, his eyes were a little gloomy, but there was still a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Okay."

Mo Xi didn't take off his shirt, only his trousers.

Sitting on Su Qiao's body, looking at Su Qiao who closed his eyes, he stretched out a hand to cover his eyes uneasy.

Su Qiao quietly let him move, only a little short of breath.

It wasn't the first time Mo Xi took the initiative, but his whole body was still pink in shame.

Because one hand covered Su Qiao's eyes, he could only operate the back with one hand, which made the whole torture even more protracted.

Finally finding the right position, Mo Xi suppressed his fear and sat down slowly.

That part was still swollen, and the pain made Moxi sweat coldly.

Su Qiao propped her hands behind her back, without any intention of helping Mo Xi, as if punishing him, letting him lead the torture by himself.

"Hiss..." The pain still made Moxi utter a painful sound, but luckily he finally came in without being injured.

"Brother," Su Qiao said, "just move slowly."

Mo Xi, who was relieved at first, tensed up again, which made Su Qiao let out a muffled snort of pleasure.

Mo Xi ignored Su Qiao's reaction, resisted the pain, and supported his body to move mechanically.

I don't know how many times, even the pain is numb, but Mo Xi still remembers to cover Su Qiao's eyes.

"No way," Su Qiao obediently kept herself in the darkness, and said softly, "Brother, hurry up, or it will never end."

"But, but..." Before Mo Xi finished speaking, Su Qiao pushed her back.

"Brother dislikes me?" Su Qiao gestured to lift Moxi's hand covering her eyes.

"No, I, I'll try harder." Mo Xi didn't dare to delay, but his physical strength was almost exhausted, so he could only struggle to please him as much as he could.

Su Qiao closed his eyes, but the expression that Mo Xi should have at this time appeared in his mind.

Those who beg for forgiveness are all their own...

"Ah!" The heat flow in his body signaled the end, and Moxi fell down towards Su Qiao with all his strength, and was hugged by Su Qiao.

Obviously she didn't have the strength to cover her eyes anymore, but Su Qiao kept her promise and closed her eyes tightly.

Maybe...just a self-defeating reluctance to watch.

"Qiao Qiao," Moxi said in a daze, "forgive me, please."

Su Qiao obviously heard it, but she didn't say a word, just evoked a smile.

—Brother, I know what you want to hear.

—I will never say it.

The author has something to say:

Mo Xi (touching her head): Oh, why is my Qiao Qiao so pure, she can't even support herself.

Su Qiao (blushing): Well, so brother is responsible...

Han Jing (with white eyes): No way, just give me a good beating for this problem.

Author: Woohoo~ In the next chapter, the head-to-head confrontation between Brother Han Jing and Sister Su Qiao (?)~ There is no suspense at all haha~ After a few chapters, this week will end~ And then the second week will start~ Blackening Han Jing~ (Moxi: no!) Well, there are too few comments, so I don’t want to add more. Is it because it’s too dark?