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

The warm kisses fell on her skin densely.

Kissing, the picture in her mind is out of control.

When he reacted and realized, the face of the man she tried to stabilize and maintain had become a shadowy picture rooted in her memory that she wanted to abandon but couldn't get rid of.

Mo Shiqian was already paying attention to her every move, so when she reached out to push him away from him, he locked her two wrists on top of his head early.

The man stared condescendingly at her face, saying every word, "Open your eyes and look at me."

She opened her eyes.

The beautiful face above her was reflected in her eyes.

Maybe the distance at this time is too close, maybe her eyes only have his facial features and contour lines at this moment.

Therefore, every streak of his expression and every wave of expression in his eyes were so clear.

The man's face was pressed down again, accompanied by his low and dull voice, "Look, don't close it."

Chi Huan looked at him blankly as if he had heard some instructions.

On the lingering kiss again.

Yes, this kiss is patient, lingering and delicate.

In winter, the days are short, and it gets dark early.

The whole bedroom was shrouded in the dark blue twilight, and gradually only the silhouette and the faint outline could be seen clearly.

Until this twilight also completely darkened.

The bedroom without the lights was dark.

In the end, Chi Huan stretched out his hand first and pushed the man away.

She sat up and patted the lamp by the bed, covering her face, panting with uneven breathing, and her long hair falling down.

The thin body was very stiff, and besides the stiffness, there was a little unnoticeable shudder.

In the next second, the man still fished her into his arms, his chin on the top of his hair, and his hoarse voice comforted her in a low voice, "It's okay, Huanhuan, it's okay, huh?"

She lowered her hand covering her face.

Mo Shiqian originally thought she was crying, but her face was dry, and there were no traces of tears, and her eyes were not red.

Chi Huan opened his mouth, "I'm hungry."

"Should I bring the food?"

She nodded silently.

The man just got up, raised his hand to touch her hair, then lowered his head and kissed her on the cheek, muttering, "Wait for me."

Turn around and go out and turn on the ceiling chandelier at the door.

The bedroom suddenly brightened up.

After his footsteps disappeared, Chi Huan got out of bed and walked into the bathroom.

Turning on the faucet of the washbasin, he took the cold water with his hand and splashed it all on his face.

The coolness stimulates the nerves, as if only this way can wake up.

After three minutes, she turned off the faucet and looked up at the person in the mirror.

That face was young and delicate, just when the collagen was being enriched, it just looked pale and lost.

why……

why……

She had figured it out a long time ago, and she hadn't cared about those things a long time ago, why they would affect her current life.

…………

When Mo Shiqian brought the dinner, the woman had already done a simple refreshing and was sitting quietly on the sofa.

It doesn’t look different, it’s just too quiet—

Quiet is sometimes not silent and silent, but a pure feeling.

He served the soup for her and she drank the soup.

He handed her the chopsticks, and she began to eat.

Mo Shiqian just watched her eat without touching anything.

But she didn't say anything, she didn't seem to notice.

Until the man's low and deep voice sounded peacefully, "I just called and asked the doctor..."

He just said this, and her hand with chopsticks stopped, and the knuckles of her fingers were very stiff.

He stared at her low, his tone was faint, and the rate of speech was slowly and slowly," he said. It is normal for him to suddenly think of things that have been forgotten for a long time. Pressure yourself, let it be."

Her tightness and stiffness only eased a little bit.

I stretched out my hand and put another piece of greens into the bowl, but I didn't eat it. Instead, I poked it again and again, "What if I've always been like I did before?"

The man said without thinking, "No."

"When I was in the most serious condition, you didn’t know me, and I don’t know what I was like back then... Once I acted as a female No. 3, and I was shooting a **** scene on the set. I was watching by the side and I felt very special. nausea……"

She paused, closed her eyes, and her voice softened, "Because as long as I see similar scenes, I will remember that I broke... and then I can't restrain nausea, nausea, or even nausea."

That green vegetable was messed up by her chopsticks. "They told me later that they had no feelings for a long time and had existed in name for several years. It was because of me... that they didn't formally divorce. Oh, it was because of me."

One or two cheated under her nose because of her.

ridiculous.

The bedroom is so quiet that you can hear the sound of rain falling outside.

Mo Shiqian looked at her slapped face, and he said solemnly, "It's my fault."

She raised her eyes and looked at his face, "Mo Shiqian."

"I'm here."

"If I'm just a temporary shock, it's better. If...I just can't forget, I can't pass this hurdle, and I won't be able to make you happy in bed..."?

The man frowned fiercely and interrupted her sharply, "Chi Huan."

Every time he gets angry, he will call her by her first name and last name.

"Why are you so angry?"

She smiled at him slightly, the expression between her eyebrows and her eyes was very pale, "This is a very real problem. You have such a strong demand. I am ashamed to tell me that you can Plato? In all fairness, let alone you can't stand a cold temper. That’s me... if you are really impotent, I really can’t say that I can follow you all my life..."

This time, the man's eyebrows were directly gloomy, and he bit the words like her name, "Chi, Huan."

"To be honest, are you angry too?"

Mo Shiqian narrowed his eyes and said gloomyly, "Who do you think I am?"

"What kind of person are you? Is it possible that if I become cold, you are not prepared to be a man and a saint, and forever abstinence?"

He smiled coldly, "You are right, I am a man, and it is impossible for me to vent for the rest of my life."

Although she said it first, she did think so in her heart.

But when he said it in this tone again, she still got a stab in her heart, a little suffocated.

Just imagine him and other women...

The scene made her feel even more uncomfortable than the scene that irritated her to disgust her.

But before she could say anything, the man continued with expressionlessly, "Don’t worry if you feel cold and you won’t be able to satisfy me, or worry that I will go out to find other women. As long as you live a day, I will There is a way to vent on you."

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