Beloved Wife on Top : Master Mo, Softly Kiss

Chi Huan looked at him, "..."

She also accepted this explanation, after all, she somewhat understood his way of thinking.

She was in a better mood, and there was still some subtle sweetness, but she still couldn't help muttering, "For things like gifts, you should first look at the person who gave the gift, and then look at the gift itself."

Mo Shiqian raised his eyebrows, "Can your women's aesthetics and preferences be subjectively transferred?"

"That's right."

He just wanted to pick the one she liked, so he asked Song Shu specifically, because Song Shu was also the daughter of a big family and a woman, so it was easier to choose the one she liked.

But she thinks who is chosen is more important.

wonderful.

With a faint smile in his eyes, he looked at her puffed cheeks, which looked very soft, bowed his head and kissed her, and said in a hoarse voice, "Okay, I will choose by myself next time."

Kissing and kissing, his hands are irregular.

Chi Huan didn't stop him from stretching his hands into his nightgown, wrapping his hands around his neck, and said softly, "Next time, don't ask other women how to please me, just ask me."

Her man, she will teach herself.

She felt... well, maybe he could still be saved.

Mo Shiqian stared at her blushing face, and hummed hoarsely.

His eyes were too dark, and they were so hot that Chi Huan felt a little flustered at the bottom of his heart, as if he was beating a drum, she pouted and complained, "I burned my hands to cook for you, but you didn't eat a single bite. "

While speaking, she also showed her fingers.

Band-aids were put on the cuts, and some ointment bought before was applied to the burnt ones.

Mo Shiqian looked at her, then at her fingers, frowned, took her fingers, put them on his lips and kissed them, and asked in a low voice, "Then how do you want to make it up?"

Chi Huan only felt that his fingers were softened by his kiss, and he pursed his lips and said, "Then come back early tomorrow, and cook me a table of dishes by yourself."

He hasn't cooked since moving here.

"it is good."

"have time?"

"Have."

She glanced at him and said again, "Who knows if you will be busy again, anyway, you promised me, if you miss the appointment again, you will pay double."

He smiled, "OK."

Chi Huan thought for a while, then narrowed his eyes and said, "Also, don't tell that Manager Song that you're coming back to cook for me... Well, don't tell her about the things between us, if she wants to ask you Just say that I'm busy, still angry with you, and don't want to talk to you... the same goes for other women. "

Mo Shiqian raised his eyebrows, and said with a smile in his voice, "Okay, I'll listen to you."

He rarely mentioned his personal affairs to others, and this time he only mentioned it to Song Shu because of the gift.

Satisfied, Chi Huan hugged his neck and yawned, "Okay, go back to sleep."

"It's nice here too."

She was a little sleepy and didn't react for a while, "What's good?"

The man wrapped his arms around her waist, leaned his head against her ear, kissed her for a while, and then immediately swallowed her, "Change another place."

Chi Huan, "..."

She put her hand on his chest, "It's late now, I'm so sleepy."

"I want," he said simply and straightforwardly, like a request and an order, with a bewitching taste, his voice became lower and hoarse, "give me, you have been resting for a long time ,Um?"

How can there be anything for a long time, just a few nights.

But it's true that it hasn't been interrupted for such a long time... Ahem.

She pursed her lips, "Who told you not to go back to sleep early, you don't read, now you're done sleeping."

Just because he said that the food was tasteless, he got angry.

Mo Shiqian, "..."

At that time, she was full of dislike for him, let him do it?

Even if I did, I might hate him even more in my heart.

Thinking of this, another layer of gloom fell on his heart, and he felt a little uncontrollable irritability. Although she took the initiative to look for him, she still seemed to still love him, but this still couldn't completely relieve the gloom.

With this hidden emotion, the man's kisses and gestures were unavoidably eager and rough, all of which were vented on his encroachment on her.

Although his usual style is not gentle, Chi Huan still couldn't resist, "Mo Shiqian... Take it easy."

He bowed his head to kiss her, humming vaguely, but there was no sign of slowing down.

She said again, "Go back to the bedroom..."

He hugged her for a kiss, and laughed hoarsely, "Didn't you have fun in the study last time, huh?"

Chi Huan, "..."

She bit her lip, looked at him with clear eyes, with a half-coquettish tone, "but the desk is cold and hard...it's cold now, I don't like it."

Maybe it's because she hasn't acted like a baby to him for a long time. Mo Shiqian's heart softened very much, but the desire that was just jumping up immediately flourished to the extreme, so hard that it hurts.

Chi Huan saw his extremely dark and intense eyes. When he stared at her, he looked like a beast.

And it's a beast ready to go.

He pinched her chin and kissed her deeper. After the oxygen was almost taken away by him, he heard him whispering hoarsely in her ear, "Then you sit on me, you won't be tired." It's not cold anymore."

It is true that there has been no intimacy for a short period of time, so that Chi Huan felt strange and exciting, let alone such a place, such a posture...

Mo Shiqian has been hungry for a long time, and it is obvious that he cannot feed him enough once.

Chi Huan was carried back to the bedroom by him. From his appearance, he knew that he wanted to come again, and hurriedly backed away, but met his dark eyes, and even stuttered for a while, " Hugh... rest for a while..."

Before she finished speaking, he grabbed her slender ankle and dragged her back again. Before she could react, he bullied her.

He clasped her palm-sized face, his hair was disheveled, his cheeks were flushed, and he was so charming that water dripped out, and he whispered intermittently to his red lips, as if he was enjoying, or as if he was being tormented in pain, he clenched his fingers vigorously. Wearing the quilt under the body.

The man bowed his head and kissed her sweaty little face, hitting each time harder, his voice was tense, calm, hoarse, and blurred because his thin lips pressed against her skin, "Are you comfortable?"

"Uh-huh."

She couldn't really tell what he was talking about.

"Am I smelly or tasteless, huh?"

He bumped so hard that Chi Huan's mind was a little blank, and he didn't know what he was talking about, nor could he answer his question.

Mo Shiqian held his temper and asked hoarsely again, "Let me ask you, is it delicious or tasteless when I taste it?"

Maybe he asked it twice, and she roughly pieced together his question.

Slightly opened his eyes, looking at the handsome face above with a blurred vision, his eyes still looked like a deep sea, but it was not as calm as before, on the contrary, it was very rough.

When staring at her, he even seemed to be straight, without blinking.