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

After taking a shower, she wore a milky-white nightdress, which was soft in texture and made her skin whiter and more delicate. Her short black hair fell on her shoulders. After being blown by the wind, only her fingers were neatly arranged. She looked a little bit more playful as a whole.

There was a provocative smile in his eyes.

She prolonged the ending for a long time, and Mo Shichen raised his eyebrows higher, and asked with a low smile, "Why not?"

The woman catted to his waist, half-prone on his chest with a bathrobe, her face under the messy black short hair was bleached by the orange light from the headboard of the bed to be particularly coquettish, "Why...you lie down and let me tie it up you?"

Mo Shichen stretched out his hand and caught the woman who crawled into his chest and made a mess, while squeezing it lightly, he stared at her face and smiled, "You want to tie me?"

"No way?"

He still laughed, "It doesn't seem to work."

"Why? You didn't feel soft when you tied me."

"I tied you up because you fought so hard that there was no other way."

Wen Yi looked down at him, "Then what if I am just for revenge?"

The man deepened his smile, "That's even worse."

Wen Yi followed his example, raising his eyebrows, "You don't even want me to tie it."

He raised his hand and squeezed her chin with his fingers, "You will make things bad, Mrs. Mo, all your thoughts about making things bad are written on your face."

Wen Yi, "..."

She curled the corner of her mouth, raised her hand and flicked his hand, she was about to come down from the man, and said lazily, "Forget it, we have to go to work tomorrow, we will go to bed early, no need to chat, let alone do anything. What a lover should do."

But she couldn't go down in the end, because the man reached out and held her waist and prevented her from moving.

Mo Shichen sat up a bit, and their movements became even more ambiguous. His throat rolled up and down, and he laughed in a low voice, "Do you really want to tie me so?"

She tilted her head, touched her ears with her fingers, and smiled lazily, "I can't force you if you don't want to be **** by me. I am not your opponent in this matter of violence anyway."

The corner of his lips smiled, "Are you accusing me?"

"You can understand that."

Mo Shichen looked into her eyes, "I can make you tie it."

Wen Yi raised his eyebrows and waited for his words.

"But besides binding you that night, I also seemed to make you happy. You can't just keep your grievances. If you want revenge, it's okay, but you have to wait and come back... My request, isn't it?"

Wen Yi, "..."

He moved his head closer again, his lips pressed against her ears, and he intentionally or unintentionally blew into it, causing the woman to shudder, smiling with a low voice, but the words were full of threats, "but If you tie me up, just take revenge and not let me enjoy it, or do something worse... I am also very willing to spend some time and energy to clean up and train you."

Wen Yi bit his lip, some of them turned into anger when he was seen through, but more of them wanted to bully or teach the man's desire.

She met his eyes with a frantic smile and said every word, "I want to handcuff."

"Your taste is so strong?"

She snorted, "You can tie me to death with a belt, but I can't tie you, it's just useless, I want to tie it with something you can't get rid of."

He couldn't laugh. "But baby, we don't have handcuffs."

Wen Yi pursed his lips and said nothing.

He suggested in a low voice with a smile but a smile, "Otherwise, let me send it over?"

Wen Yi, "...Aren't you ashamed?"

"Not afraid."

Wen Yi glared at him, "I think."

Mo Shichen seemed to endure for a long time but could not hold back the earballs that had been dangling in front of him for a long time, and licked with the tip of his tongue, and then said dumbly with an ambiguous voice, "Then use a tie, I teach you how to tie to death."

Wen Yi was very suspicious of this. She felt that this man was really black, "Really?"

"I can't believe what I said."

Wen Yi stared at his face for a while, gritted his teeth and agreed, "Okay!"

She didn't believe that she couldn't toss this man.

In the cloakroom next door, Mo Shichen chose a tie casually. Mo Shichen patiently spent ten minutes teaching her to tie the knot. During the period, he shook his head and sighed helplessly, "Baby, if you are not Mrs. Mo, I really don’t want to teach. You," he leaned over and kissed her on the face, trying to compensate, and sighed in a dumb voice, "How come you are so much stupid than you seem?"

Wen Yi didn't want to pay attention to him, secretly thinking about revenge together later.

Ten minutes later, Wen Yi, who was "famous teacher and high apprentice", finally tied his hand to the head of the bed with a tie, and used various forces to pull it from various angles for a while without being able to pull it apart.

Mo Shichen looked at her with a stretched brow and a smug look, his heart jumped, but he was more indescribable.

Wen Yi looked at him with a sneered expression on his face, but the smile on his face was even worse. She deliberately picked his chin with her fingers, learning from the prostitute in the TV series to molest the good girl. Posture, "What do you think I do to you?"

Mo Shichen raised his eyebrows and smiled slightly, "Mrs. Mo can kiss the place where I most want to be kissed by you if she wants to."

He spoke plainly and even elegantly, but as a wife, Wen Yi naturally understood it without any pressure.

Wen Yi's face moved towards him, and he whispered softly, "Okay."

When she deliberately approached, his eyes slowly darkened, and his breathing gradually became heavier, and the beat was disturbed.

She blinked her red lips on his lips.

Just kissed.

But when he kissed deeper and deeper, the more kisses became more addictive--

They kissed frequently, but the only time she took the initiative before was drunk, and she had never actively kissed him in such a sober state.

Wen Yi suddenly pushed his shoulder and ended the deep kiss without warning.

Mo Shichen almost subconsciously wanted to pull her back into his arms directly, but only when his hand was about to move did he remember that he was now tied up.

Even with shortness of breath, he is still a calm man after all. He narrowed his eyes heavily, his thin lips filled with a dangerous smile, "Mrs. Mo, are you going to play with me tonight?"

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