Chapter 980 (1/2)

Mo Jue was stunned for a moment. His eyes gradually climbed up one layer after another of intolerance and guilt. He wrung his eyebrows, sighed slightly, and finally walked gently towards the living room.

The sun shines in from the French window, and beams of golden light leaping with floating dust sprinkle on the green plants in the corner of the living room, on the clean tea table and the beige carpet in front of the sofa, as well as on Mo Jue's hand.

Mo Jue stooped down, lifted Qiaoqiao's shoulders and knees with both hands, stopped and picked her up, ready to take her back to the bedroom to sleep.

Just as he moved, Qiaoqiao woke up.

”Brother Mo?” Qiao Qiao rubbed his eyes, vaguely saw that it was him, and muttered softly, ”you're back.”

”Yes.” Mo Jue nodded, agreed in a deep voice, and still took her upstairs.

Qiao Qiao, who was stunned, felt his movement and Mo Jue's temperature. He immediately reacted that he was being held in his arms. He was busy struggling to reach out and push Mo Jue. He even said, ”brother Mo doesn't need it. I can go by myself.”

Before her voice fell, Mo Jue tightened his arm to fix her moving body, and looked at her with his eyes: ”it doesn't matter, you go on to sleep, it's still early.”

The low voice seemed to be softer than usual. Qiao Qiao was stunned. He was obedient and quiet. He just stared at Mo Jue tightly with a pair of black and white eyes. His eyes traced his tight lips and swept his dark eyes and slightly frowned eyebrows.

She felt a seed named greed sprouting and growing madly in her heart, blocking her reason, and made her refuse to think about what the light on the bottom of Mo Jue's eyes was. She just wanted to constantly beg the gods, hoping that the road could be longer, so that she could stay in Mo Jue's arms for a few more seconds.

Because now, it's the time when she's closest to Mo Jue.

I don't know if it's an illusion. Qiaoqiao really feels that the road has become longer, which is several seconds longer than her silent counting time.

When he got to the room, Mo Jue bent down and put Qiaoqiao on the bed with a light hand. He was about to turn around and leave. A hand behind him suddenly grabbed his sleeve.

Qiao Qiao pulled him with one hand, looked at his firm side face, bit his lips and asked in a low voice, ”brother Mo, are you still angry with me?”

She asked, but she didn't have the courage to listen to the answer. Her fingers pinched on Mo Jue's sleeve trembled involuntarily.

Mo Jue paused, turned around and looked at her, shook his head at her, gently put his big palm on her head, rubbed and said, ”I'm sorry, I shouldn't have hurt you yesterday, I'm not angry, just...”

”I understand.” before he finished, Qiao Qiao immediately interrupted him, nodded his head and said, ”brother Mo, I understand.”

She was relieved to hear that he was not angry.

Qiao Qiao grinned, raised her usual smile and whispered, ”brother Mo is worried about Qiao Qiao. Qiao Qiao knows it.”

Looking at the smile on her face, Mo Jue's eyes flashed, and a bitter smile overflowed from the corners of her mouth: ”silly girl, what do you know?”

Qiao Qiao blinked. Shuiliangliang's eyes looked at him directly, and Mo Jue's tall figure was clearly reflected inside.

Mo Jue didn't mean to say much. He stroked the top of her hair and whispered, ”go to sleep again.”

”What about you, brother Mo?” he didn't return all night. Qiao Qiao knew that he must have had a good rest.

”I'll go to Jiwei and have something to do,” he said.

”Oh.” Qiao Qiao nodded and watched his back go farther and farther in the dawn.

She knew that even if she had been so close to this man just now, she had never entered his heart.

”Brother Mo, in fact, I know a lot.” Qiaoqiao muttered to herself with her knees in front of the empty door, ”you always think I don't understand anything, but no one knows better than me how deep your feelings for your sister are.”