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

Wen Yi smiled without a smile, "You really care about being wider than my mother."

He did not speak, and his feet on the door were still exerting force to prevent her from closing the door.

She stretched out her hand to him, "It's okay if you don't sleep, and give me my credentials."

Mo Shichen looked at her condescendingly, his eyes as deep as ink.

The man didn't respond to her, and she didn't wait much, turned around and walked to the bed. She didn't care even if the door was left open.

She lifted the quilt and was about to climb onto the bed. Just as she was about to climb up, she was surrounded by the man who followed her in from behind. The warm kiss fell on the back of her neck, her thin lips pressed against her dumb whisper. "Madam, if you really don’t want to do anything, then let’s do what our lover does... It’s better to exercise than to sleep without restraint, day and night."

"I do not want."

"Then go out and I'll drive you for a drive."

"Not interested in."

He lost his patience. In an instant, the two fell on the bed, Mo Shichen was on top, covering her body tightly, pressing her under him.

Wen Yi was lying on the bed. She bent her knees. She did not close her eyes. Instead, she looked at the ceiling. She just looked at the ceiling and asked the man on her faintly, "Mo Shichen, why are you like a beast? Is your heart at ease?"

He kissed her on the cheek and said hoarsely, "I gave you the chance to choose."

"You fart less."

She has never had the opportunity to choose, she can only be chosen by him.

She wanted to divorce, but he refused and threatened her.

She gave up everything and left Paris, he couldn't get rid of the brown candy that was about to grow on her.

She wants to work in Lancheng, and he detains her ID.

Choice, when did she have the opportunity to choose?

Mo Shichen fell silent, and asked again, "Do it or go out?"

She sneered, "I will let you go."

How could he roll.

Like last night, the pain made her almost cry.

These tears were different from last night, they were just a physical discomfort, so after she noticed the soreness of her eyes, she closed her eyes and forced her to go back.

Mo Shichen was above, examining her face from beginning to end.

She struggled hard last night, and she didn't seem to give up until he succeeded.

From the beginning today, she didn’t even have the thought to resist, and even if she was willing to compromise a little bit, even if she didn’t go out, she got up and said she was going to watch a movie, he might give up, because he didn’t mean it. It's just a temporary intention, and then follow the trend.

He even felt a bit of inexplicable irritability.

Wen Yi closed his eyes, only hating that the other sense organs of his body couldn't be closed together, as if his eyes closed together, everything in front of him fell into darkness, neatly and completely disappeared.

Naturally, she did not see the man's tight jaw line.

"Wen Ye," his dumb voice rang against her ear bones, every word, clear enough to distinguish every word, "are you trying to tell me if I trap you to death by your side, you Are you planning to live by my side like a walking dead?"

Wen Yi still closed his eyes, as if he hadn't heard him, and didn't give him any response.

She lasted for a while, and soon became a little unbearable, gritted her teeth, clenched her fingers on him unconsciously, and then grabbed his clothes.

Mo Shichen loves to see her look like him, but he just can't understand that she almost bit her lips to bleed in order to forcibly endure, freeing up a hand to force her to pinch her jaw. Forcing her to open her mouth slightly, the upper and lower teeth couldn't bite the lethality.

…………

It just seems to be true and false, so people can't distinguish it.

Obviously it should have been surrender, and she seemed to quickly abandon her stubbornness and sink under him. It was a pity that she said the first half, and then any more conceding and begging for mercy were just ironic.

Don't you just want me to beg for mercy? I beg.

Didn't you just crack down on all my resistance? I don't resist now.

Yes, I can't play with you, I won't play with you now.

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