Chapter Thirty-Seven Seems to like him a little bit...

Seeing that Godmother Xinluo had no doubts at all, Qiao Muer finally dropped the big rock that had been hanging in her heart.

But at the next moment, when she was carried back to the bedroom by Yue Zheng and put directly on the big bed, the heart that had just fallen was subconsciously raised again.

Yue Zheng put her down and stared at her half propped up.

His big hand rested on the side of her head, his deep blue eyes locked on the girl's blushing face.

Under Yuezheng, Qiao Mu'er's soft black hair spread out, her almond eyes were smoldering, and her eyelashes trembled slightly.

Qiao Muer subconsciously bit her lower lip, her crystal clear lips glistened under the light, revealing a beautiful luster.

She didn't know how attractive she was like this.

At this moment, the girl was full of anxiety.

Everything tonight is really ridiculous, if Yuezheng wants to do it to her again in the room now, she believes that no one will know.

"Qiao Muer" the man's magnetic and pleasant voice suddenly sounded.

He stared at her, and suddenly pinched her somewhat pink face with his slender fingers.

"Say goodnight to me," he said.

Qiao Muer was startled slightly, when Yue Zheng's fingertips were rubbing against the side of her face, she thought he would do something to her.

Did not expect, just this.

The girl pursed her lips nervously, trying to say "good night"

After saying good night, I will let her go

"No." Yue Zheng's deep voice broke her expectations.

She knew that it was impossible for Yue Zheng to just let her go.

Even though she was sleepy and tired tonight, not only her body, but also her mind was exhausted and tense.

Yue Zheng looked at her, with deep blue eyes, making it difficult to guess the emotion in his heart, "You haven't said goodnight to whom."

His lazy and magnetic voice hit her ear.

Qiao Muer froze for a while, and then said timidly, "Brother An An, good night."

The last final sound is breathy and slightly raised.

Qiao Muer didn't know if her guess was right, so she could only try to call out.

"good"

However, it was this attempt that melted the coldness in Yue Zheng's eyes, revealing a touch of warmth.

He landed on the fingertips on the side of the girl's face, rubbing gently.

It's as if you are stroking your precious baby.

The man leaned down, and pressed his thin lips against the girl's delicate lips. It wasn't the aggressive kiss before, but an extremely light peck.

It's like a real goodnight kiss between family members.

"Go to bed early, good night." After saying that, Yue Zheng left Qiao Muer's body, rubbed the top of her hair lightly with his big palm, and then left her room without hesitation.

Before leaving, he didn't even forget to lock the door for her.

Hearing the sound of the lock being locked and the door being closed, Qiao Muer, who had been lying on the bed in a daze, finally dared to sit up.

On the big bed, there was a girl in a long pearl white lace dress, her black hair was scattered behind her shoulders, and her skin was delicate and fair. At first glance, she looked like a dignified and exquisite palace portrait.

However, at this moment, the whole face of this dignified and elegant girl was burning like fire.

No, not only the face, but even the whole body is hot.

Qiao Mu'er didn't know why her heart was beating so fast, but she could only sit by the bed, clutching her heart tightly.

Desperately restrained, his heart jumped out of his chest.

And just now, before Yue Zheng left, the gentle and lingering kiss, the long and narrow warm blue eyes, and the movement of stroking her long hair, all seemed to be frozen in his mind, lingering.