Flash Marriage Passionate Love: Young Master Mo Is A Wife-pampering Addict

  Chapter 46 You have to get used to me

  As soon as Wen Ran sat down in front of the dressing table, he heard the study door open and Mo Xiuchen's long figure appeared in the mirror.

  Although she had slept with him for the night a week ago, at this moment, her heart still missed a beat inexplicably.

  The hand holding the comb paused slightly before combing her hair slowly.

Mo Xiuchen walked towards her with graceful steps, her slender figure reflected in her dark pupils. The closer she gets, the thicker the fragrance lingering between her nose, which can't be resisted and penetrated into his lungs through his breath, spreading. Into every cell.

  The light in his eyes could not help but get a little deep.

"I'll help you."

  The man’s low voice penetrated into the eardrum, and her gentle hand was immediately caught by a large palm. Her heartbeat suddenly changed the rhythm in his touch.

Qinghong looked at the handsome face of the man in the mirror with wide open eyes in astonishment. Only then did she understand what he meant by ‘I’ll help you’ just now, she refused without thinking: "No, I will comb it myself."

He took another half step forward, her back suddenly stiffened, his body was almost close to her back, and she could clearly feel his temperature through the cloth, and her white cheeks instantly rose up. Thin powder, heartbeat, more chaotic.

   "Do you remember what I said during the day?"

Mo Xiuchen's generous palm wrapped her small hand, neither letting go nor grabbing the wooden comb in her hand forcefully. He just held it like that, with neither light nor heavy strength, but she couldn't get rid of it, he The enthusiasm of the palm penetrated her skin and rushed to the dirt, and she felt that the blood in her whole body was heating up.

  She quickly hinted that she shouldn't be nervous, don't be nervous, because this man is sick in that aspect and won't do anything to herself.

   "We are a husband and wife, we have to get along for a lifetime, not a stranger, you have to get used to me."

   didn't hear her answer, Mo Xiuchen actively said, the low and magnetic voice smudged layer by layer in the spacious and quiet master bedroom, and finally formed a large airtight net that enveloped Wen Ran.

  In her heart, there was a little warmth, a little touch, and any emotions that she could not describe herself, but she just grasped the hand of the comb and unknowingly loosened her strength.

  Mo Xiuchen smoothly took the comb in her hand, let go of her hand, his deep eyes were in the mirror, and there was a pause on the blushing face, and then he slowly combed her hair.

Wen Ran sat stiffly on the chair, not daring to move, Qinghong looked at the man in the mirror with his eyes fixedly, watching him gently combing his hair, holding the comb in his palm and sliding from the top of his head. Down, and back again, so repeatedly, but he did it naturally, and her heart was filled with a layer of fine softness.

Thinking of the things Zhang Ma told her during his business trip, a bit of distressed emotions appeared in her soft heart. Such a good and perfect man, how could God be so unfair to him? Let him suffer so much suffering and injury from childhood to adulthood.

   "Mo Xiuchen!"

   whispered, red lips overflowed uncontrollably.

"Ok!"

  The man’s low, magnetic voice sounded above her head. He originally looked down at her hairy eyes, while looking at her in the mirror, his eyes were deep and warm.

  "Well, give me a comb. You can take a shower. I must not have a good rest during a business trip. I took a shower and rest early."

  Wen Ran called to him, but didn't know what to say. When he stared at him, she found a topic indiscriminately, said, and reached out to get a comb.

  (End of this chapter)