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

The red wine was ordered for Chi Huan, and the degree is naturally not very high, but after the wine enters the stomach, it will burn like a fire inside.

After two drinks, he got up and returned to the living room.

The floor-to-ceiling windows were not closed, and she could be seen standing in the middle of the room, with her arms lying on the railing, her long hair floating out.

The wrapped shawl was also blown by the wind.

Looking at her back, she couldn't guess what she was thinking.

Mo Shiqian stood and watched for a while, but still did not walk over, turned around and lifted the suitcase to the master bedroom.

About forty minutes later, the man came out of the master bedroom in a bathrobe. She still tilted her head and lay on her anxious arms. The lights in Jiangcheng had not yet gone out, and the world was full of prosperity.

But she stood there, as if standing outside the bustling city, completely deserted.

He went out anyway.

Chi Huan turned around when he heard the movement, and then said suddenly, "Is it late, what time is it... Go back to bed, you have something to do tomorrow morning."

Walk past him after speaking.

The moment he passed by, the man reached out and clasped her wrist.

Mo Shiqian was originally a subconscious action, but only when he touched her wrist was he noticed that the cold was so severe that he frowned, "I don't know how to enter the house so cold?"

The cold wind that blew for forty minutes, although it was not cold, but the autumn evening, there was already a chill.

Her hand was held by him, generous and warm.

Chi Huan looked up at him, "It's not cold, the sea breeze is quite comfortable."

The man pulled her in, and closed the French window with the other hand, bringing the curtains together.

There was a wall clock hanging on the wall as a decoration in the living room. Chi Huan glanced at the time, "It's eleven o'clock, it's time to go to bed."

He didn't check the time, but looked down at her, "Yeah."

Chi Huan lowered his head, his eyes fell on the hand he was holding... I don't know if he forgot by the way, or...

"Do you still have something to tell me, or what do you want me to do?"

"No."

"Oh, then you forgot to let go of my hand."

Mo Shiqian looked down at the hands they were holding together, but still did not let go, "What do you mean by loving me?"

"Do you need anything else to love you?"

"What do you mean by not going to talk to me?"

"Well... you and I are both young. If it's not for getting married, you really shouldn't delay each other. I know it is very difficult for you to marry me. As for me... I grew up here. Da, I have lived here for twenty-six years, and all the relationships and careers are here...I don’t know..."

I didn't say the whole story later, but the people who listened naturally understood it.

Paris says it’s not near, it’s very close when I go there, and it’s very far to take root there.

It takes a lot of courage to leave home for a man...it takes too much courage and too much to give up. It is not absolutely impossible, but...

She drooped her eyebrows, and her curly and thick eyelashes cast a shadow on her face, which also obscured the look under her eyes.

Mo Shiqian squinted his eyes and said indifferently, "Do you want me to marry you and stay in Lancheng for you?"

Chi Huan was taken aback and looked up at him, "I didn't think so..."

It was obviously an extremely unrealistic thing to let him stay in Lancheng for her, and she had never imagined it.

Didn't think so, what did she think?

Mo Shiqian stared at her face, his thin lips pressed tightly, and after a while he said calmly, "Sleep the master bedroom."

Chi Huan, "..."

She just lowered her head and raised it again, a little startled, "You... let me sleep with you?"

He looked at her with a surprised expression, and asked blankly, "What's the problem?"

"No...you believe what I said?"

Although she couldn't figure out what he was thinking, based on her intuition, she felt that Mo Shiqian couldn't talk about not believing her, but he couldn't talk about believing.

Mo Shiqian frowned, "I can't believe it if I don't say?"

"Oh...no."

The man's brows stretched a little bit, and he made a hum, before letting go of her hand, he took her hand and walked into the bedroom.

Chi Huan stopped when he reached the door.

Mo Shiqian thought she was going to regret it, looked down at her, and said solemnly, "What?"

"I went back to brush my teeth, and everything I brought was over there."

His face looked a little better now, but he still didn't let go, he turned her back and walked into the second bedroom.

Chi Huan didn't know what he wanted to do, but he didn't ask any more.

"You go wash and I will carry things over."

She looked up at him and said a good word.

The man let go.

Chi Huan had already washed and wiped skin care products before after taking a shower, but he had just dug up and had dinner again. He only needs to brush his teeth and then simply wash his face.

When she finished cleaning up, Mo Shiqian was smoking cigarettes by the bedside, with dim light and blue smoke lingering around him, like a post-processed shot in a movie, with a handsome face, mature and sexy, with Unpredictable and deep.

Seeing her coming in, he raised his head and looked over, and squeezed out the unburned cigarette in his hand. He whispered to her, "It's getting late, go to bed."

Chi Huan took the door smoothly, then lifted the thin quilt and climbed onto the bed.

The man reached out his long arm and pressed the main switch. All the lights were turned off in an instant, and his vision suddenly became dark.

The hotel’s bed is so big that the two can sleep a long distance between them.

After an unknown period of time, Chi Huan still leaned towards him in the dark, his soft body nestled on the man's waist, but he did not move, breathing evenly in the dark, as if he had fallen asleep.

After running around for a day, she was indeed tired and fell asleep slowly.

There was a bright moon hanging in the night, not too bright, but there was still a faint brilliance. After the eyes adjusted to the darkness, they could vaguely see the outline of the house.

He lowered his head and looked at the woman in his arms.

Her body was close to his, and her bare arms seemed to still have the coolness of the cold night wind. His palm could not help covering it, and the other hand was lifted up, fingers touching her face.

【Mo Shiqian, I love you. 】

[I always love you. 】

It wasn't until her cold and weak boneless hands finally slowly warmed in his palms that he lowered his head and printed thin lips on her brows in the quiet darkness.

This didn't seem to be enough. He let go of her hand and hugged her waist instead, then he held her face, and kissed her closed eyes from between the brows, and then the beautiful nose, sweet lips, and Spread the whole soft face, and finally buried his head in the hair on her shoulders, sniffing her body deeply.

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