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

His voice is very low, and he is even more dumb and vague because he is next to her. The driver driving in front can hear him whispering, but he can't hear the specific content, nor is he out of curiosity. Live to see them through the rearview mirror.

The man's fingers lifted the woman's chin, and his thin lips kissed her face. The one-and-one, lingering kisses that stretched to the lips changed to pecking, from the lips to the corners of the lips.

On the way home, he kissed her face lightly in this way.

Until the car drove back to the manor.

Mo Shichen hugged the woman and got out of the car. He carried the woman all the way to the bedroom. When he passed the living room, he was shocked when he heard the sound of the car and greeted Mother Su, and other servants who were not far away.

It was only when Su's mother approached that she realized that the woman he was holding in his hands seemed to be, madam?

The man didn't pay attention to their different gazes, and only slightly ordered, "Send a cup of sober tea to the bedroom."

"Hey, good."

Mo Shichen held the woman up the stairs. When he walked to the bedroom door, he couldn't take his hand to open the door. He kicked it open, walked in with his long legs, and then put the woman in his hand on the big bed.

Wen Yue was awakened by the sound of a man kicking the door just now. She opened her eyes in his arms. When she was put on the bed by the man, she looked at the ceiling blankly, turned her head, and looked around ignorantly.

Mo Shichen took off his coat and suit together, threw it on the sofa in the distance, and then went to take off her coat for the woman on the bed.

It is cumbersome to wear this thick indoors.

Wen Yi didn't seem to feel half of it, letting him play around, but the man took off to the end, and his unhappiness expanded to the end, because she always stared at the ceiling blankly, turned her over and turned over and lay on her stomach. Pulling her arm, she lay back down again, and she didn't respond to her clothes.

Throwing her coat away, Mo Shichen sat down on the side of the bed and reached out to pinch her chin.

She didn't respond.

He frowned, increased his strength, and pinched her aching, and frowned to break his hand.

"Wen Yi," he came close to her, looked down at her above her, and asked in a low voice, "Do you know who I am?"

She was forced to look at him, frowning, "You hurt me."

"I ask you who I am."

"You hurt me, so annoying!"

He didn't loosen the strength in his hand, and said blankly, "I can't tell the answer, I still hate it more."

Wen Yi lifted the hand that fell on the bedding and pointed his finger at him. As a result, he poked him in the face because he was too close, "You are already annoying enough to look at it, and pinching me is even more annoying."

"I hate? I hate you and let me pick your clothes?"

"Hot and uncomfortable."

When Wen Yi was drunk last time, he thought he was very cute, and he wanted to tear her into his abdomen.

But now, he only has the indescribable irritability and the eager temper.

Mo Shichen has never wronged himself, not to mention that he has no reason to wrong himself now. This woman should have expected that he would not be polite to her before she got drunk. The force on her fingers was lighter, and she followed her body. Desire, lowered her head to cover her lips.

Lips pressed against each other, he stretched out the tip of his tongue and painted her lips carefully, tasting patiently, and finally, prying open her lips with great skill, driving straight in, hooking her tongue lingering.

She still didn't respond much, neither resisted, nor was she distracted, and she didn't even close her eyes. She just lay flat on the huge double bed in such a casual posture, staring blankly at the lamp on the ceiling.

What's the meaning of kissing like this, it can't even be compared to **** — at least there is a reaction to rape, which can only be said to be rape, although he only kissed and did not rape.

Mo Shichen couldn't kiss anymore, and left her lips.

Her lips were wet, her eyes focused a little, as if looking at the man's face above.

He squinted his eyes, his voice hoarse, regardless of whether she understood it or not, "You know what will happen, eh?"

She raised her hand to caress her face and smiled to herself, "I'm back again."

She recognizes this bedroom, this bed, and this ceiling better than the man on her.

Mo Shichen went to kiss her again, starting from behind his ears.

She turned her head slightly, her drunkenness was still there, but she closed her eyes and asked lightly, "Will you give me what I want?"

The man paused, and asked dumbly, "Did you sleep with me?"

She withdrew her hand and buried her head on the soft pillow, "Are you going to sleep for nothing?"

Mo Shichen was silent for a long time, and half a minute later, he still kissed him.

After Mother Su came up with the sober tea, she knocked on the door, and no one responded. With experience, she went down silently.

Ups and downs overnight.

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The next morning, Wen Yi got up first, and as soon as he woke up, his whole body ached.

The pain of a hangover after drinking, the aches in the body, and the pain in the heart.

She slowly opened her eyes and looked at the familiar and unfamiliar ceiling above. For a while, she had the illusion of passing through time and space, as if she was a long time ago, as if she should wake up in this bedroom, as if she was opening. The first thing you see when you open your eyes should be the scene right now.

Reaching out to hold her forehead, while pinching her eyebrows, she slowly returned to reality, remembering last night.

Oh.

She took away the man's arm resting on her waist in a light or heavy movement without looking at him, so she lifted the quilt and got out of the bed, picking up clothes barefoot.

I wanted to put it on directly, but her body was so sticky that she felt very uncomfortable, so she went to the bathroom and simply took a shower, then put on her clothes, stood in front of the sink mirror and combed her short black hair with her fingers. , Just walked out.

Mo Shichen had already woke up and got up too.

Wen Yi looked at him lightly and said coolly, "I'm leaving."

The man may have been up for a while. When she was taking a shower, she was taking out the lighter and looking at her when she heard the movement. When she heard this, the flame in the lighter did not light the cigarette.

At the end, the flame went out, and he pressed it down again. This time it ignited steadily. With the smoke, he uttered two words, "Three days."

Wen Yi, who was about to get his coat, stopped when he heard the words, turned around to look at him, "What do you mean?" After asking, she reacted again, pulling the corners of her lips and asking with a smile, "Let me stay with you for three days? "

"No," Mo Shichen looked at her calmly, and slowly vomited out after taking a deep breath, and followed, "I want you to stay here for three days without going anywhere."

Wen Yi didn't understand for a while, is there any difference between what she said?

"You are going to the company during the day? What am I staying here for?"

"Miss Wen, you don't understand what I mean."

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