Young Master Mo’s Gentle Kiss: Wife, Won’t You Accept It?

Chi Huan only took a look, said nothing, and walked upstairs to prepare to change clothes.

Before taking two steps, the arm was pulled by the man.

He clasped her arm with one hand, and answered the phone with the other hand. His voice was his usual indifferent voice, "Full moon, are you looking for me?"

Chi Huan tried to get rid of him and went upstairs, but he didn't succeed, and finally sat down on the sofa behind him.

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

There was a moment of silence, "What's the matter?"

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

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

Liang Manyue was there, holding the phone firmly with her fingers, biting her lip and said, "You are not obligated to pay my parents for living expenses, the money...I will pay you back."

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

Although the money is not a huge sum of money, it has been accumulated over the years, and it is a large number. If she wants to pay it back by herself, she still doesn't know when it will be.

"Are you... okay with her?"

Mo Shiqian lowered his eyes and looked at the woman sitting on the sofa looking at his hand wrapped in rice dumplings, a smile that seemed like nothing on his lips, "Yeah."

"Then I won't bother."

"OK, bye."

I hung up the phone and the phone was still on the coffee table. Then I looked down at the little woman who was looking at her with her lips, and raised her eyebrows slightly. "She called me, are you jealous too?" She looked upset. "Who is jealous, I'm going up to change clothes, what are you pulling me for?"

The man smiled, "Change clothes?"

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

"The cloakroom is on the left hand side of the bedroom."

"Oh."

Chi Huan walked in and was about to close the door, only to find that the man was following her in.

"……what are you doing?"

"Aren't you going to change clothes?"

"Then you won't go out yet?"

The man smiled with thin lips, a little bit evil, his eyes fell on her zongzi hand, "You hand, can you change clothes?"

Chi Huan, "..."

She then realized the problem.

Her cheeks became hot immediately, she immediately squeezed her face and said, "I won't change it."

When talking about people, walk out the door.

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

The cloakroom is not big, but it contains a man and a woman, and it becomes inexplicably narrow.

Chi Huan looked at him with a kind of unspeakable panic, as if his heartbeat was speeding up and could not be controlled, "I said I don't want to change."

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

"I do not……"

"Are you not going to take a shower at night?"

Her hand will not touch the water at all for a while, let her not take a bath for a day, ten days and a half month, that is simply impossible.

"You...didn't you hire a servant? I just ask my aunt to wash it for me."

When she said this, she hesitated and asked her unfamiliar aunt to wash her... It's better to ask Mo Shiqian to wash her, anyway, she was already seen and touched by him.

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

The man walked towards her and said lightly, "I don't allow others to touch you. Men can't, and neither can women."

As he walked forward, Chi Huan couldn't help but stepped back.

I always felt that this man looked calm, but he exuded a strong aura of aggression from his bones, which was heart palpitating and trembling.

There is not much space, and she retreats to the closet with a single back.

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

Chi Huan leaned against the closet, standing upright, stiffly, "No."

Fear, what's so scary about him.

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

The man lowered his head and leaned towards her.

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

The slender and well-knotted fingers held up her chin and whispered dumbly, "Well, change it later, kiss for a while."

The voice fell, and the lips were pressed down.

Chi Huan gave him a symbolic push, but usually couldn't push him away, not to mention his hands were wrapped in zongzi.

Her lips and teeth are intertwined, and she loses love after kissing.

During this process, she was hugged by the man to a slightly higher place, and then she subconsciously circled his neck and never loosened it.

After a long and deep kiss, Chi Huan's face was dyed with flushing colors and became more charming.

Mo Shiqian pecked and kissed her on the cheek for a while, tempted her with a dumb voice, "Chi Huan, do it here?"

Chi Huan, "..."

She snorted from the bottom of her heart, calling Liang Manyue the full moon, and even if she wanted to sleep with her, she called her by name and last name.

"No, I'm starving to death."

He stared at her with a pair of eyes, did not speak, and put his hands on her back.

Chi Huan was panicked by him, "Mo Shiqian."

"Ok?"

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

The man looked at her face under the long hair, smiled on his lips, and reached out to hug her.

"I like to wear looser at home, you give me that goose yellow sweater."

Mo Shiqian hummed, as he said he took out the sweater for her.

"Raise your hand."

The coat she wore was a black turtleneck sweater. In fact, she didn't like high necked sweaters very much. She felt that her neck was not free, so she made it for beauty.

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

Because the sweater is soft and not tied, there is no primer in her, only bra.

Mo Shiqian leaned halfway on the closet, a little lazy, "not closed."

Chi Huan, "..."

She glared at him with her lips, but the man was indifferent.

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

Although she had already faced each other naked, it didn't feel the same as **** in front of him, but if she was deadlocked over such a problem, she seemed to be hypocritical.

Mo Shiqian walked over and pulled her sweater from bottom to top.

Chi Huan was ashamed and turned her back to him.

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

Sexy and picturesque.

The man's Adam's apple rolled, staring at her side face with deep black eyes, and each slender curled eyelash could be clearly seen with a pure outline.

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