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

He even freed one of the two hands that were originally on the bed, put his arms around her waist, and pressed her body against his body in the original posture.

Embracing tightly, this soft body gave him an indescribable spiritual comfort, and the pain that had been bitten by her on his neck for more than twenty seconds merged strangely together, making him unspeakable Closeness and satisfaction.

For Wen Yi, this action is like she is really a willful and angry child, and he is patient and tolerant of spoiling her, so she soon stopped biting and touched her waist with her backhand and wanted to break. Opening his hand that locked her waist, to no avail.

Her voice was very low, low and fuzzy, and said bitterly, "Mo Shichen, why are you such a rascal?"

He breathed into her ears, and the laughter shook her eardrums, "Didn't you say it, because I am a rascal, of course I am a rascal."

"Go away from me!"

The man loosened the hand wrapped around her waist, but pressed her into the mattress. The black head was buried in her shoulders, learning that she had just bitten it back, but the force was much lighter and thinner. Gnawing, biting like an ant.

"Mo Shichen..."

"What you said earlier is that you would rather eat me...huh?"

There is only one word for Wen Yi, but it is a pity that although the voice is high, but the breath is still short, "Go!"

"It’s just a love for men and women. You know that I always take it as my duty to make you comfortable. You just need to lie down and enjoy, and you can’t lose money... The big deal tomorrow, we will treat it as never happened, you continue yours, I continue to mine of?"

Neurosis.

She only had these three words in her mind, but what she said was another story, "Return my credentials to me."

"No."

"Then you will roll off me."

"What should I do then," he was talking against her lips, a deep smile overflowing from the bones of his throat, "you know, I have never been an obedient man."

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She closed her eyes and a tear came out from the corner of her eyes.

The light hanging from the ceiling in the bedroom was bright, reflecting this drop of water particularly dazzlingly. Mo Shichen saw it, and was even more stunned for a few seconds.

Then he bowed his head, his voice was hoarse and gentle, "Why are you crying?"

Silent tears are like water. If he doesn't say it, she may not be aware of it. Is it a cry?

Wen Yi would naturally not answer him. She stopped struggling at that moment, and dropped her hand on the bedding at will. When he kissed him, she turned her face to the side and buried it in the soft white mattress, the other half It was also mostly covered by hair.

The silence that suddenly fell silent, and the tears that soaked the white sheets deeply, made him restrain his already surging desire to burn his body.

Fingers with distinct and mottled joints moved away from her hair, and her thin lips pressed close to each other. "Wen Yi," he sighed, "You are really heartburning when you cry. Don't you cry?"

There are always women who don't usually know how to make her cry, and when she really starts crying, they are at a loss again.

Li Qianrui is the type that often cries with tears in his eyes. He occasionally feels pity or two. When he feels pity, he will say a few words to comfort him, but he is often impatient. Then he Too lazy to speak, even expressionless.

Wen Yi did not cry, even sobbed, and even concealed most of his face. With his eyes closed, there was no expression on his face, except for the eyelashes that were damp with tears. Poor taste.

She didn't answer his words and didn't look at him. Mo Shichen didn't ask any more. He lowered his head and kissed her eyes. The tears on the corners of her eyes, and the moisture on her eyelashes, the paused rhythm began to slowly continue.

He wouldn't let her go.

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After it was over, Mo Shichen wiped her clean, found a nightgown to put on her again, and then went to the bathroom to take a battle bath that lasted less than ten minutes, and then crawled back to her bed cheeky. .

The lamp on the ceiling had long been turned off, and the one beside her bed was also off. She was lying on her side with the quilt only on her waist, her neck and shoulders exposed in the dark and quiet light.

The man’s warm and icy chest was pressed against her back, with only a thin layer of pajamas behind. He pulled her body and found that she was still open. The traces of tears that had flowed before were long gone. Except for this quiet expression is a continuous flow.

He lowered his head and rubbed his face against her softer face, his eyes were complicated, and his voice was even lower, "Madam, are you angry?"

She felt that his lingering spirit remained, and he also felt that she was a difficult problem to settle.

But compared with her "uncompromising", her silent appearance made him feel more troublesome.

Wen Yi didn't look at him. Compared with the negative distance just now, this intimacy was nothing. She just closed her eyes and was not ready to communicate with him.

The man's eyes darkened, his fingers pinched her chin, "Wen Yi, speak."

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