Ji Changmu suddenly leaned over and kissed her lips through the meager light leaking in from the window.

The sweetness of the cake and the smell of wine were mixed on the little girl's lips.

Qiao Muyuan shrank down, trying to avoid his kiss.

But he didn't succeed. Ji Changmu pressed and kissed her lips for a long time. The kiss made her whole body weak and her little hands and feet were completely weak and she gave up on her own initiative.

"Is it sweet?" he asked.

Qiao Muyuan was bullied by him so much that he couldn't speak. His breath was on his lips, but today's breath contained the smell of tobacco.

"You smoke?"

Ji Changmu did not respond, only asked: "Does your stomach still hurt?"

"It hurts..." The pain made her take a breath and wake up a little from the wine.

"Are you about to have your period?"

"Maybe..." She responded vaguely, trying to find a support point with her hands.

Ji Changmu took her into his arms, pressed her on his chest, and carefully wrapped her exposed calves and feet with a blanket.

Qiao Muyuan looked extremely petite in front of him. He hugged her and couldn't break away no matter what.

She leaned against his chest, sobbing and sobbing, as if she had been greatly wronged.

"What's wrong?" Ji Changmu felt, clearly he should be the one who was the most aggrieved and bullied, "I don't know what you are causing trouble with me in the past two days. You have been losing your temper since Shen Fangzhou left that day.

You also deliberately avoided me. From now on, don’t avoid me this way again. How long can you hide?"

Qiao Muyuan didn't say anything, and seemed to make a "hmm" sound from his throat.

Ji Changmu lowered his head and saw that her face was pale, so he asked the driver to increase the temperature in the car.

She drank too much, and Ji Changmu had no intention of saying anything to her.

He will stay with her tonight and will not go anywhere tomorrow.

When we returned to Huanhua, the cold wind blew.

Ji Changmu carried her out of the car without letting her suffer the slightest bit of cold wind.

He gave her a cup of sobering tea. Qiao Muyuan complained that she had a headache, and he rubbed her temples with his fingers.

Probably feeling comfortable, she fell into a deep sleep in his arms, motionless, and even smacked her lips in a deep sleep.

Ji Changmu lowered his head and glanced at his watch. It was already ten o'clock in the evening.

He was so troubled by her that he couldn't have a good meal for two days. When he saw her sleeping, he went to the kitchen to eat something casually.

Afraid that she would wake up in the night, Ji Changmu slept next to her that night, holding her in his arms and sleeping all night.

…

At dawn, Qiao Muyuan woke up.

The morning light outside the window was dim, and she used the weak light to see herself lying in Ji Changmu's arms, looking up at his thin and beautiful chin.

When he fell asleep, his brows were slightly furrowed and his eyelids looked a little haggard.

Qiao Muyuan moved, and Ji Changmu woke up.

Her bright black eyes met his, and she saw her own little figure in his pupils.

"Are you sober?" His voice was hoarse as if he had just woken up in the morning.

Thinking of what happened last night, Qiao Muyuan snorted, turned his head, and turned his back to him.

She pretended not to wake up, closed her eyes and fell asleep again.

Her waist was covered by someone's hot palm. His palm was very hot, burning her skin inch by inch. Through her pajamas, the heat gradually spread throughout her body.

How could Qiao Muyuan still sleep?
Chapter completed!