Play coquettish with Joe

Chapter 8166 Sweet orange flavor (6)

After not standing for too long, Qiao Muyuan was sleepy, and Ji Changmu carried her to the bedroom.

In a daze, Qiao Muyuan hooked his neck: "Brother Ji, don't forget to stand for punishment."

"It's this time and you still don't forget to punish me."

"Who told you to mix with Zhixing, you don't learn if you are good. Do you know that there is a saying... called close to vermilion and red, close to ink and black."

"Then you've been close to Qiao Zhixing for so many years, what color have you become?"

"What?" Qiao Muyuan was defeated by Ji Changmu, and felt that this man was really annoying.

She kicked her calf twice: "I don't care, you are punished to stand, and I will watch you punished to stand."

"Okay, okay, stand for punishment, go to stand for punishment now, be good."

"Well, let's go now." Qiao Muyuan pouted.

Ji Changmu settled her down, went downstairs and put on a coat, and really had to stand in the courtyard.

He was not so obedient, but he also wanted to see the New Year's Eve that belonged to him and Qiao Muyuan, and the lights of thousands of houses.

In the brightly lit capital city, there was finally a light on for him. From then on, he didn't need to wander in the rivers and lakes.

The man stood in the courtyard downstairs, sometimes looking at the bright moon in the sky, and sometimes staring at the dead wood and grass in front of him.

The fireworks in the distance bloomed in the sky, one after another, dazzling.

The light of the street lamp elongated his figure, he stood alone in the yard, after a long time, he lit a cigarette.

He hasn't smoked for a long time.

The cigarette was held between his slender fingers, and the cigarette butts were flickering in the night, and the blue-gray smoke curled around his fingers, covering the side of his face.

The man was smoking a cigarette in the yard, and no one came to disturb his rushing thoughts.

Year by year.

Tomorrow is another brand new Lunar New Year.

……

In the middle of the night, Ji Changmu walked back to Qiao Muyuan's room and closed the door behind him.

His body was cold from the outside, and his clothes were covered with wind, frost and white mist.

Qiao Muyuan fell asleep. She had already changed into a purple satin nightgown with a ribbon. A ribbon lightly strangled her waist. Under the V-shaped neckline was fair and charming skin. Her slightly curly black hair fell on her shoulders. The scent of flowers from bath essential oil lures Ji Changmu to lower his head in the dim room.

Borrowing the thin light outside, his fingers lightly passed over her cheeks, neck, collarbone... over and over again, with a hint of coolness.

Qiao Muyuan moved his lips, but did not wake up.

Ji Changmu's throat moved, and he bent down and kissed her red lips. At first, he just tasted it, but then he couldn't control himself.

Although Qiao Muyuan drank too much, Ji Changmu woke him up and opened his eyes: "Ji Changmu..."

"Ah."

"Why don't you stand outside...I haven't called you back yet..."

"Do you know what time it is?"

"Not at all."

"Would you like it?"

"..." Before Qiao Muyuan could speak, he sealed it with a kiss, preventing her from speaking again.

Qiao Muyuan's hands were wrapped around his neck. For some reason, she didn't push him away this time, and she was even a little greedy for Ji Changmu's warm breath.

Ji Changmu took off his coat and vest, and got entangled with her.

The moonlight outside leaked into the room, and a thin layer of light spread on the wood-grained floor.

It was past eleven o'clock at night.

He can spend New Year's Eve with her this year.

Qiao Muyuan hooked his neck tightly. He smelled of ebony that she was familiar with, and also smelled of cigarettes.

(End of this chapter)