Beloved Wife on Top : Master Mo, Softly Kiss

Chi Huan only glanced at it, without saying anything, went upstairs to change clothes.

Before he took two steps, his arm was grabbed by the man.

He clasped her arm with one hand, and the other hand had already answered the phone, with his usual indifferent voice, "Manyue, what do you need from me?"

Chi Huan tried a little bit to get rid of him and go upstairs by himself, but failed, and finally sat down on the sofa behind him.

"I heard from my parents..." Liang Manyue hesitated there for a few seconds before asking, "You used to pay our family for living expenses every month..."

After a moment of silence, "What's wrong?"

"Sorry, I didn't know before, if I knew, my parents wouldn't accept it..."

Mo Shiqian interrupted her calmly, "It's already a thing of the past."

Liang Manyue was over there, holding the phone firmly with her fingers, biting her lip and said, "You are not obligated to give my parents living expenses, that money...I will return it to you."

The man said flatly, "You can pay it back if you want, but there is no need to pay it back."

Although the money was not a huge sum, it was a considerable sum accumulated over several years. If she wanted to pay it back by herself, she didn't know when it would be.

"Are you... are you okay with her?"

Mo Shiqian looked down at the woman who was sitting on the sofa looking at her hands wrapped in rice dumplings, and there was a faint smile on her lips, "Yes."

"Then I won't bother."

"OK, bye."

After hanging up the phone, the mobile phone was still on the coffee table, and then she looked down at the little woman who was looking at her with curled lips, her eyebrows raised slightly, "She called me, are you jealous too?"? She looked unhappy, "Who is jealous? I want to go up and change clothes. Why are you dragging me?"

The man smiled, "Change clothes?"

Chi Huan hadn't realized the reason for his playful expression until she went upstairs, and he followed her upstairs.

"The cloakroom is to the left of the bedroom."

"Oh."

Chi Huan walked in and was about to close the door, but found the man followed her in.

"……what are you doing?"

"Aren't you going to change clothes?"

"Then you still not going out?"

The man had a smile on his thin lips, a little sinister, his eyes fell on her rice dumpling hand, "Your hand, can you change clothes?"

Chi Huan, "..."

Only then did she realize the problem.

Her cheeks burned instantly, and she immediately turned her face and said, "I won't change it."

While talking about people, he walked out the door.

With a gentle sound, the door was closed first by the man's long arm.

The cloakroom isn't too big, but with a man and a woman in it, it feels inexplicably cramped.

Chi Huan looked at him, feeling unspeakably flustered, as if his heartbeat was accelerating and uncontrollable, "I said I don't want to change it."

The man pointed at his chin, showing some leisurely laziness, "Pick out what you want to wear."

"I do not……"

"You're not going to take a shower tonight?"

Her hand will not be able to touch the water for a while, so it's fine if she doesn't take a bath for a day, ten days and a half months, that's simply impossible.

"You... Didn't you hire a servant? I'll just let my aunt wash it for me."

When she said this, she hesitated for a while, and asked the strange aunt to wash her... It would be better to ask Mo Shiqian to wash her, anyway, she had already been seen and touched by him.

She didn't like strangers touching her, but she just got used to Mo Shiqian.

The man walked towards her and said lightly, "I don't allow others to touch you, neither men nor women."

As he walked forward, Chi Huan involuntarily backed away.

I always feel that this man looks calm, but there is a strong aura of aggression exuding from his bones and blood, which makes people palpitate and tremble.

There wasn't much space, and she retreated to the closet with a swipe of her back, and there was no way to retreat.

Mo Shiqian stopped in front of her, put his hands behind her, trapped her petite figure in a narrow space, looked down at her with a funny face, "Are you here, afraid of me?"

Chi Huan leaned against the wardrobe, stood upright, and said stiffly, "No."

Afraid, what is he afraid of.

Although he was mysterious and unfathomable, and his power was nowhere to be heard, yet nowhere, Chi Huan felt that she had no reason to be afraid of him.

The man leaned down towards her.

The clear and pleasant smell drowned out her sense of smell, and she had difficulty breathing and hoped, "No...not to change clothes, what are you...doing?"

The slender and bony fingers lifted her jaw, and whispered hoarsely, "Well, I will change it later, and kiss for a while first."

As the voice fell, her lips pressed down.

Chi Huan pushed him symbolically, but usually he couldn't push him away, let alone his hands were wrapped into rice dumplings.

The lips and teeth are intertwined, kissing and forgetting.

During this process, she was carried to a slightly higher place by the man's buttocks, and then she subconsciously circled his neck and never let go.

After a long and deep kiss, Chi Huan's face was painted red and became more and more charming.

Mo Shiqian pecked and kissed her cheek again and again, and seduced her in a hoarse voice, "Chi Huan, do it here once?"

Chi Huan, "..."

She snorted in her heart, calling Liang Manyue means full moon, and even calling her by name even if she wanted to have sex with her.

"No, I'm starving."

He stared at her with his eyes, didn't speak, and put his hands on her lower back.

Chi Huan panicked under his stare, "Mo Shiqian."

"Um?"

She pursed her lips, and her tone was half coquettish, "I want to change clothes, you carry me down."

The man looked at her face under the long hair, with a slight smile on his lips, and still stretched out his hand to hug her down.

"I like to wear looser clothes at home. Give me that goose yellow sweater."

Mo Shiqian hummed, and Ruyan took out the sweater for her.

"Hands up."

The coat she wears underneath is a black turtleneck sweater. She actually doesn't like turtlenecks very much. She thinks her neck is not free, so she wears it for the sake of beauty.

Chi Huan looked at him shyly, "You...close your eyes."

Because the sweater is soft and not tangle-free, she has no bottoming inside, only a bra.

Mo Shiqian leaned halfway on the wardrobe, a little lazy, "Do not close it."

Chi Huan, "..."

She stared at him with her mouth curled up, but the man was indifferent.

After a stalemate for a while, she still raised her arms.

Although she has faced each other naked for a long time, it still feels different from undressing in front of him, but if she can't stand for such a problem, it seems that she is too hypocritical.

Mo Shiqian came over and pulled the sweater on her from bottom to top.

After all, Chi Huan was shy and turned her back to him.

After taking off the sweater, there is a woman's fair and delicate skin underneath, and a black bra that matches her complexion better. Her long seaweed-like hair falls on her white jade-like shoulders, covering most of her beautiful back.

Sexy and picturesque.

The man's Adam's apple rolled, and his dark eyes stared at her side face, and he could clearly see every slender and curly eyelash, with a pure outline.