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

But Mo Shichen just looked at her like this, without dodge or avoid, his handsome face was very feminine, and he exuded an endless strong aura. In the end, this slap did not fall on his face.

Wen Yi's breathing was rapid, her chest undulating sharply, her eyes getting redder, but she didn't know what kind of emotion she raised her hand into a fist, maintaining her original posture, frozen in mid-air.

"Don't you want to smoke me, I stand and let you smoke."

She pointed her finger to the door, trembling unnoticeably, "You get out of here!"

He stood still, looking at her with a pair of eyes, as if looking at the prey under his claws. The danger was inevitable, and it gave people a full sense of suffocation.

The look in his eyes made her panic for no reason, and she gritted her teeth and repeated, "Mo Shichen, I will let you go--"

The man bowed his head and forced him in front of her, clasped the back of her head with one hand, and kissed her fiercely. With the other hand, he pinched her waist and brought her into the room. With his leg hooked, he closed the door heavily. Up.

Wen Yi's eyes widened. Before she could respond, her hand that was about to fall from midair had been held by the man, and then turned around by him, and her whole body was pressed against the door.

The one who greeted her again was a frantic, raging, unstoppable deep kiss.

He pressed her body, his breath, and his kisses all revealed extremely strong and overbearing meaning, making her feel so small and weak that he could only be swallowed by him.

He lied to her, there was no guilt, no guilty conscience, and some were just stronger than ever.

Mo Shichen pressed her against the door panel, almost imprisoned her, did not tie her hands back, changed the usual, she really couldn't push him away even if her hands were free.

But now...

She was kissed by him, and she pushed her hand firmly to his chest.

The man's body immediately stiffened, and a patience snorted in his throat. Sure enough, he let go of him quickly, his breathing became heavy and disordered, and his handsome face instantly became pale. Ink oozes.

She touched his injury, and she pressed hard.

The apartment was as quiet as a tomb, and her breathing with him was so clear that he could discern the rhythm.

One of his hand fell on the door panel next to her shoulder, and the other hand was covering his wound, his face turned pale, and he smiled at the corners of his lips, "Hate me so?"

"I hate you?" Wen Yi asked him back, "I have to stand and let you do whatever you want with me regardless of my wishes, so that you don't hate you?"

Mo Shichen hugged her again, arms wrapped around her waist, and chin buried in her shoulders. After the bath, the fragrance of the shower gel immediately puffed out, which made people feel refreshed, "Wen Yi."

When he called her name, his voice was obviously soft.

She didn't speak, let him hold it.

He said in a dumb and clear voice, "I'm not afraid to tell you clearly, even if I do it again, I will still do it."

Wen Yi closed his eyes.

She was not surprised at all, he would not regret it.

At best, he would regret that what he had done was not airtight enough to let her know about it.

The man followed coldly, "If it weren't for Mo Shiqian's nosy, I will have you again after a while."

"Do you think you can deceive me forever?"

He calmly replied, "After this period of time, when you get back together with me, even if you know about it again, you will only fight with me at most and won't leave me."

Wen Yi wanted to refute, but she was speechless.

She found that what he said was right.

If it is a long time later, if new relationships have been cultivated and their relationship has stabilized, she will indeed not be separated from the past.

This is what he calculated.

Wen Yi felt very tired, she didn't have the energy to parry him, her mind became a mess, she didn't want to think about anything.

She let herself lean on the door panel, and said softly, "Go back, I'm tired and want to rest."

His gaze swept across the man’s chest inadvertently. He was wearing a coat with a primer inside. It was still dark, so at first glance, there was nothing to see. I wonder if she hurt him again when she pushed him. It's serious.

Thinking of his reaction at the time, even at this time, his expression was not so good, Wen Yi was still very uncomfortable and annoying.

He looked down at her, "Are you going to go back to the original point and get rid of me again?"

She looked away and did not answer.

This reaction fell in the eyes of the man, it was undoubtedly the default.

Perhaps originally, she was acquiescence.

"get out."

"You promised to accompany me to dinner."

"You still think about me eating with you?"

He said faintly, "You promised, why can't you think about it?"

Wen Yi was very cold, "I won't eat, let alone eat with you."

The man was not angry either, he nodded, "Then I won't eat with you."

"Mo Shichen," her face was helpless and helpless, "you are smarter than me, can you tell me what exactly should I do to get rid of you?"

"Then I tell you, you have me in your heart, can you give me a chance according to your own heart?"

She asked mockingly, "I have you in my heart?"

He replied in a cold voice, the sentence was pure persecution, "You don't have me in your heart, how can you feel softened by my threats again and again?"

She pursed her lips, her lips faded, and her breathing seemed to be difficult.

The man's tone faded again, "You just don't have confidence, you don't have confidence in me, you don't have confidence in our relationship, it doesn't matter, I can give you time, as long as you give me a chance."

Wen Yi didn't want to argue with him anymore, bit his lip and pushed him away, and stopped chasing him, and went straight to the bedroom.

After entering, the door was closed and locked.

Mo Shichen did not catch up. In fact, with his current physical strength, if she intentionally wanted to get him out, he might not be able to resist it.

It wasn't until the woman's figure disappeared and the door was closed that his shoulders buckled a little bit.

The wound on his chest seemed to have no chance to heal, cracking again and again.

The man held the door with his hand, his face was even more ugly than when Wen Yi was there.

He almost bent down.

Sometimes people's hearts are really weird and there is no rule to follow. He gave himself a shot, and he dug up the wounds he was about to heal again, obviously using these wounds to coerce her several times.

The same was true just now, and she personally rejected it.

He held it back for a long time.

There is no need for patience.

Mo Shichen held the door slowly for almost five minutes, then slowly walked into the living room and sat down on the sofa.

She is not going to care about him.

If he doesn't leave, she probably won't come out.

He took out his cell phone and dialed the phone. His voice was softer than when he spoke to Wen Yi, but he was calmer and more orderly. "Go back to the manor and let Mama Su pack up dinner tonight and send it away. Come here."

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