Quick Wear: Love still depends on two love brains

Quan Jiuxi was awakened by a loud "bang" downstairs.

The moonlight outside the window was wrapped in the night mist, and it wove tiny silver lines on the floor through the lace curtains. The real-time data of "Xiaoyi" popped up in my mind.

When Mo Qinghan returned from speeding, his heart rate exceeded 140. His pupils had shrunk to the size of a needle tip due to the surge of adrenaline. The area under his eyes was as dark as ink, and his knuckles were still stained with unwiped engine oil. It was obvious that he had endured several sleepless nights and was on the verge of a manic attack.

Quan Jiuxi slowly sat up and walked out of bed.

She looked at herself in the mirror. She didn't have the timidity of the original owner. After a month of spiritual nourishment from her, her face was delicate and flawless. In order to maintain her image, she even wore glasses.

At this moment, a pair of indifferent eyebrows met the person in the mirror, and she curled the corners of her lips.

She deliberately pulled the neckline of her nightgown looser, revealing the pale pink skin under her collarbone. She rubbed the corners of her eyes in front of the dressing mirror, making her skin turn a natural blush, and even her steps became unsteady.

Like I just woke up and couldn't stand steadily.

Holding on to the wall, I moved towards the stairs.

When she reached the corner, she stopped deliberately, leaning forward slightly, daring only to peek down through the gap in the carved handrail, her eyelashes drooping low.

The living room was already a mess.

The crystal ashtray worth six figures fell to the marble floor, and the broken pieces splattered all over the ground like broken stars.

Mo Qinghan stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with his back to her. The zipper of his black racing suit was only zipped up to his chest, revealing the sweat-stained white quick-drying vest underneath. His cold and stiff shoulders were stretched like a fully drawn bow, and the lines of his muscles formed sharp arcs in the dim light.

The hands hanging by his side were trembling slightly - that was the uncontrollable physiological reaction during a manic attack. The cigarette between his fingertips burned to the end, burning his fingertips so much that they numbed. He suddenly came to his senses and pressed the cigarette butt on the expensive walnut coffee table.

The faint sound of footsteps at the stairs was like feathers scratching his nerves. Mo Qinghan, who was already tense from the frenzy after racing, turned around abruptly.

His eyes were like ice-hardened blades, sweeping straight at him with lingering brutality. Quan Jiuxi could even see the violence surging in his pupils, and the redness at the corners of his eyes due to long periods of intense concentration on racing and the surge of adrenaline - that redness was not from shyness, but from almost uncontrollable excitement and irritability.

The black racing boots took two steps forward on the broken pieces of crystal ashtray on the ground. The sharp glass was crushed by the soles of the shoes, making a "crunching" sound that was so harsh that it made people's hearts tighten.

"Who told you to come down here?" His voice was hoarse as if it had been rubbed with sandpaper, and it was shrouded in melancholy. Every word he said landed heavily on the marble floor. "Go back to your room and don't be an eyesore here."

Quan Jiuxi's body froze instantly, as if nailed to the corner of the stairs by the scolding.

She quickly lowered her head, her hands nervously twisting the lace hem of her silk nightgown, her fingertips turning white from the force, and even her shoulders subconsciously shrank, like a rabbit being targeted by a hunter, even her breathing was extremely light.

"I, I heard some noise and thought... I thought something had happened, so I came down to check..."

She deliberately let her voice tremble, and the ending tone was wrapped in the soft and nasal sound of just waking up, like holding a melted toffee, with a bit of timid grievance.

As she spoke, she quietly raised her eyes and glanced at him - her eyes quickly swept across the gray-brown dust on the side of his racing boots, and then she lowered her eyelids in an instant, her long eyelashes casting a light shadow under her eyes, and a trace of "fear" flashed quickly in her eyes.

"Sir, the look in your eyes and the extent of your trembling are even more realistic than the last time you acted out the school bullying scene. Your acting has improved again!"

Quan Jiuxi lowered his eyes, without any emotion in them, and just glanced coldly at Xiaoyi with his consciousness.

The virtual little robot froze in an instant, and the next second, as if it was afraid of being powered off, it disappeared without a trace, not even daring to leave a trace of its existence.

Mo Qinghan stared at her like this, with a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth, and with undisguised disgust.

He took two more steps forward and stopped in front of Quan Jiuxi. His height of 185cm brought a strong sense of oppression, and his shadow covered her entire body.

He lowered his eyes and looked at her hunched shoulders, wanting to hide herself. Suddenly he raised his hand, his bony fingers covered with thin calluses, and roughly pinched her chin, forcing her to raise her head.

The force of his fingertips was so strong that Quan Jiuxi could feel the dull pain in his jaw, but he could only raise his eyes as his force was applied.

A pair of watery almond eyes met Mo Qinghan's eyes, with a natural blush at the corners of his eyes, and tears like broken diamonds hanging on his eyelashes, about to roll down at the slightest movement.

There was a layer of panic and helplessness in his eyes, but there was also an unconscious ripple of allure in his eyes.

The last time they had dinner at the Mo family, she kept her head down, and Mo Qinghan only remembered a vague top of her head.

Now, watching closely, he realized that his "sister" who appeared out of nowhere actually had a goblin-like face.

She has delicate brow bones, a small nose bridge, lips of natural tender pink, and even her jawline is so soft as if it has been carefully polished. But when all of these are put together, they are so alluring.

His eyes subconsciously slid down and landed on the nightgown worn by Quan Jiuxi - the silk material was light and thin, and the moonlight poured in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, making the lace on the hem of the skirt shimmer. The neckline hung loosely on the shoulders, revealing a small piece of white collarbone, and even the lines of the shoulders and neck were soft.

Mo Qinghan's eyes instantly turned cold, and the force of his fingertips pinching her chin increased a little. The malice in his tone was like ice brimming with poison:

"Sister, are you dressing like that, imitating your mother and planning to seduce all the men in our Mo family?"

He emphasized the word "Mom", which showed his rejection of Su Manli and humiliation of Quan Jiuxi - he just wanted to poke her sore spot to see if her hypocritical mask would crack.

Quan Jiuxi's body shook violently, as if he was stabbed hard by these words.

Her face instantly turned red, spreading from her cheeks to the tips of her ears, and even her breathing became rapid.

Mo Qinghan looked at her "humiliated" appearance, and the sneer on his face became even stronger. Just as he was about to say something harsh, his wrist was suddenly grabbed by a strong force.

Quan Jiuxi raised his other hand, and before he could react, a crisp slap sounded in the empty living room.

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Her voice was tearful, yet sharp and stubborn. She couldn't help but let her tears roll down, hitting the back of Mo Qinghan's hand, with a little warmth and moisture.

She shook his hand off and staggered back two steps, her chest heaving violently, her eyes filled with anger. "My mother is not that kind of person! I am even less so! Don't slander us with your dirty thoughts!"

Mo Qinghan's head was tilted by the slap, and a red mark soon appeared on his right cheek.

He slowly turned his head, the mockery in his eyes disappeared without a trace, leaving only the surging violence, and even his breathing became heavy.

He stared at Quan Jiuxi as if he wanted to eat her alive:

"Slander? Sister, your mother married Mo Zhenxiong after knowing him for only six months. She's quite capable."