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

Instead of putting on clothes, she still kicked her feet a few times, so the quilt slipped off her shoulders.

Mo Shichen looked at the scenery, his eyes gloomy, and a few seconds later he asked dumbly, "Toss me to make you happy?"

She pressed her face to the pillow and curled her lips, "You seem to be really saying that."

He slowly approached her, although he was already very close, with his arm on the woman's naked waist, he lowered his head and approached her auricle again, saying in a particularly bewitching tone, "Then be my woman. , I will toss as you please, eh?"

She said faintly, "I am not a woman who has never been you. I don't remember tossing you."

"..."

The man's voice sank, "Then you are lying on my bed so naked and being touched by me?"

Sometimes, he really didn't know what Wen Yi was thinking.

It seems that I can touch it when it is far away, and it is always separated by something.

She half-opened her eyes, "You don't need to look or touch it."

"Wen Yi."

There was dissatisfaction in his voice.

Her eyes were cold, "You are the one who has the advantage. Do you still want to lose your temper?"

He kissed her ear and asked lowly, "Are you so ambiguous when you were with Shen Yu?"

Let Shen Yu kiss, let Shen Yu look, let Shen Yu touch?

When he thought of the scene, he felt an extremely uncomfortable emotion, and even turned out a bit of hostility.

He had subconsciously thought that she would not, but he was still unavoidably uncertain, because of her temperament, he seemed to have grasped most of her temper, but occasionally she would make it completely different from what he expected Reaction.

"So what?" The more displeased he is, the more she wants to provoke him. "Don't say it was before, even now, you can't control who I am ambiguous with."

He lowered his eyes and looked at her lightly.

The eyes were dark and cool, there was no content or even emotions, but it was just chilling.

Wen Yi felt a little hairy in her heart, but she was not afraid of him, what could he do with her if he was like this.

After a long while, he spoke indifferently, "I can't control you, but I can clean them up."

"..."

She didn't speak, he stared at her again and asked, "What I did to you, did you let him do it?"

"Mo Shichen--"

"Yes or no?"

"When you divorced, didn't you just be chic? When I was single, which man had something to do with me, you are not qualified to question me and recognize your position, ok?"

"Do you hate me for divorcing you?" The man's voice eased.

"This is not the point." The point is that she is single, and she is now.

"I divorced you, not for Li Qianrui."

Wen Yi didn't want to care about the divorce. After all, she tried so hard to leave at the beginning. Now she is too pretentious and slaps her in the face if she is holding on to her. But listening to the man's sophistry, she still lit a flame in her heart. "Are you not for her? You entangled me all to Lancheng, in a posture that you would be widowed unless I was dead. As soon as Li Qianrui was tied up, you agreed in minutes. Didn't you do it for her? I?"

The man directly connected her last syllable, "I was there for you."

"You fart!"

Mo Shichen, "..."

Realizing that his emotions seemed to be overwhelming, Wen Yi turned his face away and stopped looking at him. He opened the quilt and was about to get out of his arms, but before his feet hit the ground, he was stopped by the man's right arm and dragged her back. In his arms, he carefully avoided the wound.

"Don't make trouble, it's your pot if it cracks."

"roll!"

"I knew it was you who kidnapped her earlier than you thought."

Wen Yi pursed her lips, still stunned for a moment. She turned her head and looked at the handsome face and mocked, "I knew what happened. I was not as boring as Vicky, but I'm not a good stubborn. Could it be you I'm 100% sure that the video Vicky sent you was definitely made?"

"No."

She turned her face away and softened her voice, "You don’t need to explain to me about the divorce. Even if you choose to divorce me in order to prevent her from being insulted by more men, it’s natural. It’s just that I want to divorce you. This is not a reason for divorcing you."

"I know."

Mo Shichen sat up a little, adjusted his posture and hugged her from behind, with his chin resting on her shoulders, he pulled up the quilt to cover the scenery in front of her, and whispered, "I divorced you back then. It's because I am angry."

Of course she knew he was angry.

"I am angry that you did all the absurd things to divorce this marriage, how can I make you unbearable?"

He didn't make her intolerable. If he said well that he was willing to divorce and get together and get together, then she wouldn't mind being a nodding acquaintance with him, she just...too much wanted to get out of the relationship that trapped her.

And he was too tightly entangled, so she had no choice but to do this.

Wen Yi didn't speak, so he listened to him again, "You hurt my self-esteem and made me very angry."

"..."

She looked back at him with a look of surprise, "Do you still have self-esteem?"

"..."

Mo Shichen looked at her blankly.

He reached out to pinch her chin, and sullenly turned back to the previous topic, "Tell me, Shen Yu never kissed you, never touched you, and never saw you, otherwise," he added lightly. "It’s hard for me to guarantee that someday terrorists will surprise him again."

"..."

She didn't want to bother Wen Yi with his arrogant appearance.

The man lowered his head to chew her ears, his tone lowered again, "Tell me no, eh?"

The arrogant threat just now, he immediately made a low posture, and Wen Yi had nothing to say about his ability to make a fuss about turning his face.

"You said it yourself, I'm only at an ambiguous stage with you, I am not yours now, you just think that you were alone when I was not with you..."

One word is gentle and neat, "Say."

"..."

It was not enough to touch the upper part. His hand followed her waistline to the lower part. Wen Ye’s expression finally changed. He reached out and touched him, but he was injured, and he was still injured. If you add her share...

She couldn't move him because of him, so she dared to take off her clothes in a rage, but she also restrained her from struggling vigorously, so she said in a flustered voice, "No, no, no! Which man do you really think? Are you as shameless as you are?"

"Well," he got a satisfactory answer, didn't go any further, just stopped on her waist, and asked lowly, "Then no one touches you these days, don't you want to?"

"..."

I should have just dumped what I didn’t want, and made it clean, but although the rebelliousness in Wenyi’s bones will hardly surface after years of precipitation, this man does have this ability. When she can’t vomit, she can’t help being naive. , So she glanced at him, "Half a man, I think you can still?"

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