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

Her tears kept falling, and her eyes were blurred.

"Still crying? It's all just minor injuries, didn't you watch them all?" He touched her tears soaked in tears, and while lowering his head to kiss her tears, he said lowly against her skin, "I have Properly, they only cut the epidermal tissue, not even the veins, and the scars are not deep, they will disappear over time."

She looked at him dimly, distressed beyond words, "Why did you make yourself like this?"

In fact, in Mo Shiqian's opinion, these injuries are really not even injuries, and I don't want her to see them. I just understand her temperament, and I will definitely cry.

"Injuries will be healed, but if something happens, it will never be erased."

She pursed her lips and flushed her eyes, "Doesn't it hurt?"

He subconsciously wanted to say that it didn't hurt. He didn't think it hurt at all, but when he got to the point of his mouth, he changed it and said with a low smile, "Well, it really hurts."

Suddenly, Chi Huan remembered something, and then her voice increased, and she asked angrily, "You did this that day, and you kept holding me?"

He not only hugged her several times in Larry’s villa, but he also hugged her from the car to the bedroom downstairs in the apartment!

The whole process is like a okay person!

Is he crazy!

Compared to her excitement, the man only raised his eyebrows and whispered, "I'm fine, there is nothing I can't hold." He looked at her red eyes, sometimes he really didn't understand the creatures like women.

She had seen all these injuries, but because he needed to keep awake constantly, he kept making new wounds, so these scars looked many and dense, but not deep.

Otherwise, even if he wanted to be strong, he couldn't hold her up and down.

He had lived a life of fighting and fighting, so he knew the depth of the knife very accurately.

When Feng Xing saw this, he almost didn't fold his waist with a smile.

Although he was kicked directly.

Mo Shiqian lowered his head and leaned close to her face, his warm nose sprayed on her face, "Distressed?"

She pursed her lips and nodded dullly.

The man's voice became bewildered a bit, "Well, why don't you kiss them and make up for it?"

She looked at his handsome and **** face and then at his deep and focused black eyes, something spilled out of her heart.

He bowed his head and printed his red lips on his chest almost without hesitation.

Mo Shiqian was only making fun of him, but she didn't expect that she would kiss him without thinking, and the sudden soft touch made the nerve endings of his whole body slightly shake.

The wound on his body is not deep, but it is almost dense.

When I kissed it, I had this slightly raised rough touch.

She imagined him enduring pain, her heart softened and she kissed the scars one after another.

Go all the way down, from the chest to the waist, and then to the abdomen with six pack abs.

The man's breathing became heavier and heavier, but he kept his head down, and the heat in his black eyes became more and more hot.

She went down from him.

The thin white fingers fell on the man's black belt.

The temperature in the air keeps rising.

Mo Shiqian called her out again, his voice hoarse and tight, "Huanhuan..."

She looked up at him, her face so charming as to drip water, "You... don't you want me to continue?"

Originally speaking, I wanted to stop her.

But when the words came to his lips, he took them back and stared at her without saying a word.

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