Beloved Wife on Top : Master Mo, Softly Kiss

The man kissed her cheek, and then kissed her ear again, "Baby, I will fight for plundering what I want, and no one can force me to do what I don't want to do, no matter whether it's what you want or not." My excuse for leaving, the matter you worry about is not worth mentioning to me, let alone a few months or a few years, even if I live like this in the future, it is still not worth mentioning."

The voice was low, tinged with a bit of hoarseness, and there was an indescribable feeling of affection, which made the nerve endings blown by his breath tremble slightly.

She heard her own stiff voice, "Your ability to speak love words has improved."

He was still tossing and kissing her lightly, with a low smile overflowing from his throat, "To tell the truth, it's a love story?" The man teased her thin red ears, "I don't bother to say some flashy and false words Come to lie to women, or do you want me to imitate you, you are so boring, your heart is already turbulent, and you want to put on a reserved look on your face?"

"..."

Wen Yi was so itchy from his breath, and these words that were too dumb and too close would make her tremble even more. She was hugged by him, and her fingers had unconsciously clenched his clothes, "I'm No, Mr. Mo, you are always so self-indulgent, do you want to see the doctor if you have any mental illness? It was because you were entangled that I reluctantly stayed with you. Could it be that you still want me to face you right away? Enthusiasm?"

What she said seemed to be indifferent, but her ears were reddened, and she didn't know why her tone was not controlled by her. No matter how she heard it, it was a coquettish and arrogant tone. Compared with indifference, it was more like a woman facing a man coquettish.

So Mo Shichen smiled smugly again, without concealing it, he buried his face in her shoulders.

"..."

Wen Yi was about to be so annoyed by the bastard's laughter again, she wanted to break his arms away from his embrace, and wanted to hit his head hard with a pillow, but in the end she still refused to admit defeat with an expressionless face and looked coldly at him. look at him.

After Mo Shichen finished laughing, he didn't care about her expression at all, he just blew into her cochlea ambiguously, his magnetic voice was deep and sexy, "Baby, you are so much more cute when you look arrogant than when you pretend to be calm and indifferent. .”

This man was really born with a strong heart, a leisurely and calm tone that seemed to be her shy tone, and his kung fu of pointing a deer into a horse was so perfect that he was shameless to the extreme, she really wanted to...

"Don't you have any idea at all? Do you really plan to stay in my apartment?"

The man raised his eyebrows slightly, and said casually, "Except for the fact that I am a little far away from the company, there is nothing wrong with you here, that is... Although there is room for the two of us and one dog, if we want to hire a servant, or in the future... …If you have children, it will be a bit small, but this is also easy to solve. I will ask Kangding to find a nearby house. At worst, we can change to a bigger one. Do you still like an apartment, or buy a detached house with a yard? "

"Forget it," she compromised as if she had changed her mind for a while, or she might have planned to do so subconsciously, her voice lowered, "Let's move back to the manor, I still miss Su's mother, and the place is big and convenient Eleven runs around."

He looked at her face seriously, "Are you willing to go back?" After a moment of silence, he smiled lightly and said, "If you don't want to, it's no big deal, I don't want you to be unhappy with me .”

Is this man addicted to talking about love today?

She turned her face harder and harder, "I said you are self-indulgent, and you have become more and more violent. I didn't want to go back because I didn't want to live with you so soon. Is there any difference if you come to live with me and go back to live in the manor with me? "

"..."

Oh, that seems to be the case.

What she refused was to live with him, and then he just moved here with his things.

She had nothing to do, but she was a little annoyed, so she enslaved him for a while.

But he is very calm, he cooks when he is asked to cook, and his cooking skills have improved. She left all the housework to him, and did not even hire part-time workers. Annoyed, it seems that doing these things is justified.

What is the point of such a slave? The fists were all in the cotton.

But...it's really interesting.

She used to like him for being handsome and refined, that was a superior and unhurried demeanor.

Now... She slowly has a feeling in a trance, he can indeed be very kind to her, very indulgent, very accommodating, as if it should be taken for granted, he seems to have a very bad temper, she has no doubts, if she insists, she will still leave him, He probably wants to do some crazy things again.

But it also seems that, except for this matter, other things, no matter how wild she is, even the more she is like this, the more she can feel the intangible but distinct pampering, even though she has cultivated her temperament to be calm over the years , rarely.

Sometimes he even felt that he liked her being "too much" to him.

Is it love?

It should be, at least superficially.

What about herself?

In fact, she couldn't tell whether she was compromising under her own weakness—she couldn't fight him, and she didn't want to involve others in fighting him to the death. After years of immersion, it was her instinct to weigh the pros and cons. A woman who had to give way to love and hate years ago.

Or, those loves that have flowed for too long in the years have never actually passed away, but she doesn't admit it, and she doesn't want to see it, so they settle like quicksand like the bottom of a river, but after stirring again and again, they still gradually fade away. floated up.

A city wall was built in her heart, and he took it down either forcefully or gently, and then, a little bit less, it became less and less until it gradually became a ruined wall.

"Okay," he replied in a low voice, with his face pressed against her cheek, in a coaxing tone, "we'd better go home, and I'll arrange someone to come over tomorrow."

She hummed lightly.

"Yi'er," he lowered his voice and whispered in her ear.

She looked at him, her eyes met his, and she was almost burned by the darkness and force in his deep eyes, and she subconsciously replied after a few seconds, "What's wrong?"

"Are you starting to fall in love with me again?"

The distance between the bodies is very close, or in other words, there is no distance. It is obviously a cold winter day. For some reason, the body temperature of each other is a bit too high, especially his eyes, which make people dare not look directly at them.

She held her breath, her eyes even flustered briefly, as if she didn't know how to answer.

"I want you to love me," he said in her ear, as gentle as a whisper between relatives, but also so deep and firm, "I want you to come back to me, I want you to love me, only love me, like Just like when I loved it the most.”