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

Chi Huan was awakened suddenly in the morning, and when the sky just started to light up, he suddenly opened his eyes.

Her face was facing the glass without curtains, and she looked like a gray face outside, as if she could feel the coolness when she looked at it.

In an instant, she took a breath of relief, a sense of aftermath of waking up from a nightmare, raised her hand to support her eyebrow, and wearily wondered how she would have such a ridiculous dream.

Before her fingertips touched the corner of her eyebrows, she froze.

The black cuffs were too long, covering the back of her hand and drowning in her fingers.

Obviously, this is not her own clothes.

Chi Huan's pupils dilated, and a thunder was exploded in her mind. The picture from last night was skipped from her mind like a horse. She was still ignorant, and she had already sat up.

The man sleeping beside her sat up before her.

Chi Huan looked at him, and the blood in his body froze in that second.

Mo Shiqian looked down at her, his short black hair was a bit messy, his still handsome face and dark eyes, after a while, he spoke slowly, his husky voice was very low, "I'm sorry."

These three words made Chi Huan's originally tense nerves completely broken.

Without any hesitation, she raised her hand and slapped it over.

"Snapped."

The man doesn't evade, accept the slap.

Looking at his face without any expression, Chi Huan's breathing became more and more rapid, and the ups and downs of his chest became more and more intense, and he picked up the pillow on the side and hit his face.

I couldn't vent my hatred at all at all, and I smashed it desperately several times, but it didn't work at all. Even if a knife was inserted into him now, it might not have any effect.

On the contrary, her tears gushed out uncontrollably, and her vision was blurred.

"Mo Shiqian, you..." She gasped, because she was gnawing her teeth and hating too much, she couldn't even spit out the curse. She bit her lip, sobbing, and her shoulders trembled.

She always feels petite, and now her shoulders are hidden in the man's oversized shirt, looking thin, desperate and helpless.

The man's Adam's apple rolled, and his voice became duller, "I'm sorry."

Chi Huan bent a leg, lowered her head and let her forehead rest on her knees, her long hair like seaweed covered her tearful face, she didn't seem to want to scold him anymore, question him, or say that she didn't have the strength to call him and question him , She did not understand why this happened suddenly.

And this person is Mo Shiqian, she doesn't even have the strength to ask why.

The world in the early morning was exceptionally quiet, and in the bedroom there were only women weeping low and uninterrupted.

Mo Shiqian stared at the top of her hair for a while, not knowing how long it had passed, he lifted the quilt, got out of the bed, picked up the trousers that had been thrown on the ground, and put it on.

I wanted to put on the clothes again, and it took a few seconds to find that his clothes were on the woman on the bed.

He had never seen Chi Huan look so sad.

He knew it was not only because she was forcibly deprived, but also not only because it was her wedding today, but also because the offender was him.

He knew from the very beginning that she had little trust in the world. Teenage girls didn't even trust their parents. They started earning money early and moved out to live alone early.

And these years, their lives seem to have no intersection, but she has no defense against him, she probably never thought he would hurt her.

Chi Huan didn't know how long she had been crying, but she cried until she had no strength, and then gradually stopped.

The man in the room didn't make any noise except getting out of bed, picking up his clothes and putting them on.

But she also knew that he did not leave.

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