Chapter 857

Si Mocheng ignored her, the arc of his jaw was tense, and his deep eyes were a little cold.

Li Xiaoxiao was wrapped into a ball by the quilt, so she was no match for him at all.

Si Mocheng frowned, carried her back to the bedroom, and stuffed her directly into the quilt.

Li Xiaoxiao was about to crawl out after being put on the bed, but Si Mocheng shoved her back unceremoniously: "Sleep honestly!"

Li Xiaoxiao couldn't turn him around, only her small head was exposed under the quilt, she stared at him with big foggy eyes, and insisted: "I'm not drunk."

"Wait until you sober up before talking." He spoke in a deep voice, commanding.

Li Xiaoxiao looked at him for a long time with an angry face.

He sat down slowly by the bed, and his voice was a little gentle: "Be obedient, close your eyes, and sleep."

Li Xiaoxiao stared for a while, and really felt that her eyelids were sore and heavy.

After a small hand got out from under the quilt, it gently grabbed his big hand, and then he was willing to close his eyes.

Seeing this, Si Mocheng's expression softened a bit.

The light in the bedroom was turned off by him, leaving only a gap in front of the door, revealing a little bit of the halo of the living room.

He almost turned into a shadow in the darkness, sitting upright by the bed, guarding her motionless.

There was a mass of softness on his fingers, and he was held tightly by her.

There was a faint scent of wine in his nostrils, as well as the sweet scent of her body, which made his depressed heart a little restless.

I don't know how long it took, until she heard the sound of even breathing, and he moved slightly.

Withdrawing his fingers from her palm, he stared at her little face for a while.

Then leaned over and kissed her gently on the cheek: "Good night."

After he finished speaking, he got up softly, retreated from her room, and closed the door tightly.

In the darkness, Li Xiaoxiao's eyelashes trembled slightly.

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After returning to the room, Si Mocheng sat alone on the sofa for a while, wondering what he was thinking.

At exactly nine o'clock, he took off his underwear, took a change of clothes and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

At half past nine, Si Mocheng came out of the bathroom wearing a pair of shorts. His naked body, tight and perfect muscle lines, strong and powerful arms, and short damp hair all made people's blood spurt.

Only one face was too cold and hard, so cold and expressionless.

Even though she was not wearing any clothes at the moment, there was still an inexplicable sense of intimidation.

He wiped his hair, went to the door and turned off the headlights. Half a small head slowly emerged from the quilt on the bed, and a pair of foggy eyes fell quietly on his back, and then quietly retracted.

After the lights were turned off, there was only one wall lamp left in the room.

Si Mocheng stopped two meters away from the bed, paused, and looked at the raised bed.

He frowned, and said in a deep voice, "Xiaoxiao."

Li Xiaoxiao remained motionless, pretending that she couldn't hear.

"I'll count to three seconds, go back to my room." There was more anger in his voice, cold and heartless.

Li Xiaoxiao still didn't move, vowing to play dead to the end.

Si Mocheng stared at the lump on the bed for a long time, finally lowered his eyes and said slowly: "I'll go to sleep in the living room, I'll talk to you when you wake up."

Hearing this, Li Xiaoxiao was startled slightly.

Si Mocheng waited for a few seconds, then turned to open the door.

Hearing his footsteps, Li Xiaoxiao's heart tightened, she threw off the quilt and ran down from the bed.

A pair of soft little hands tightly wrapped around his waist from behind, and her little face was pressed against his cold back.

Si Mocheng's footsteps paused slightly, and his whole body tensed up a little.

Li Xiaoxiao lowered her eyes, hugged him tightly, nervous and apprehensive, and said softly, "Don't go."