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

Chi Huan looked at him, "..."

She also accepted this explanation. After all, she knew a little bit about his way of thinking.

She was in a better mood, with a subtle sweetness, but still couldn't help muttering, "Gifts are all about the person giving the gift first, and then the gift itself."

Mo Shiqian raised his eyebrows, "Can your women's aesthetics and preferences be subjectively shifted?"

"That's right."

He just wanted to pick one she liked, so he asked Song Shu specifically, because Song Shu is also a daughter of a big family, and a woman, it is easier to choose her favorite.

But she thinks who chooses it is more important.

wonderful.

With a faint smile in his eyes, he looked at her bulging cheeks, so soft, he lowered his head and kissed him, muttering, "Okay, I'll pick it myself next time."

Kissing, his hands are irregular.

Chi Huan didn't stop him from extending his hand into his nightgown, with his hand wrapped around his neck, and said softly, "Next time, don't ask other women how to please me, just ask me directly."

Her man, she taught herself.

She felt... well, he might still be saved.

Mo Shiqian stared at her blushing face and let out a dumb hum.

His eyes were too dark and black and hot. Chi Huan looked at the bottom of her heart and felt a little flustered, as if she was playing a drum. She pouted and complained, "In order to cook for you, I burned my hands, and you didn't eat a bite. "

While talking, she also showed her fingers.

The cuts were put on band-aids, and the burns were put on the ointment bought earlier.

Mo Shiqian looked at her and looked at her fingers again, frowning, holding her fingers, and kissing her lips, asking in a low voice, "Then how do you want to compensate?"

Chi Huan only felt that his fingers were softened by his kiss, and pursed his lips, "Then you will come back early tomorrow and make me a table of dishes, and you will make them yourself."

Since moving here, he hasn't cooked again.

"it is good."

"have time?"

"Have."

She glanced at him, and said, "Who knows if you will have something to do temporarily, anyway, you promised me, if you miss the appointment, you will double it."

He smiled, "Okay."

Chi Huan thought for a while, narrowed his eyes and said, "Also, don't tell that manager Song that you are going to come back and cook for me... Well, don't tell her what happened between us, if she wants to ask you Just say I'm very busy, still angry with you, and don't want to pay attention to you... The same goes for other women."

Mo Shiqian raised his eyebrows and said with a smile in his voice, "Okay, listen to you."

He rarely mentioned his personal affairs to others, and this time it was only because of gifts, so he mentioned it to Song Shu.

Chi Huan was satisfied, put his arms around his neck, and yawned, "Okay, go back to sleep."

"It's also pretty good here."

She was a little sleepy and didn't react for a while, "What's good?"

The man's arms circled her waist, bowed his head against her ears, kissed for a while and then directly embraced him, "Change the place."

Chi Huan, "..."

She put her hand on his chest, "It's late now, I'm so sleepy."

"I want," he said simple and straightforward, like a request and a command, with a bewitching taste, his voice became lower and hoarse, "Hey, you have been resting for a long time. ,Ok?"

How can there be a long time, just a few nights.

But it really hasn't stopped for such a long time... ahem.

She pursed her lips, "Who told you not to go back to bed earlier? If you don't read a book, you have finished sleeping now."

Just because he said that he was tasteless, he was angry.

Mo Shiqian, "..."

She was so disgusted with him at that moment, let him do it?

Even if I did, I might hate him more in my heart.

Thinking of this, another layer of haze fell in his heart, some uncontrollable irritability, although she took the initiative to look for him, she still seemed to still love him, but this still couldn't completely relieve the gloom.

With this secret emotion, the man's kisses and movements are inevitably a little eager and rough, and they all vent in the occupation of her.

Although his usual style is not gentle, Chi Huan is still a little uncomfortable, "Mo Shiqian...you lighten up."

He lowered his head and kissed her, humming vaguely, but there was no sign of slowing down.

She said again, "Go back to the bedroom..."

He pestered her to kiss and laughed in a dumb voice, "Isn't it cool to be in the study last time, huh?"

Chi Huan, "..."

She bit her lip, and looked at him with clear eyes, half of her accent, "But the desk is cold and hard... It's cold now, I don't like it."

Maybe it was because she hadn't acted like this to him in a long time. Mo Shiqianxin's hair was so soft, but the desire that was originally just a leap immediately flourished to the extreme, and it was so hard that it hurt.

Chi Huan saw his extremely dark eyes, and when he stared at her, he looked like a beast.

And it's a beast ready to go.

He pinched her chin and kissed deeper. After the oxygen was about to be taken away by him, he heard him whispering hoarsely in her ear, "Then you sit on me, don’t It’s not cold anymore."

It was true that there was no intimacy for a short period of time, so that Chi Huan felt strange and exciting, not to mention such a location, such a posture...

Mo Shiqian has been hungry for a long time, and he obviously couldn't feed him once.

Chi Huan was held by him and returned to the bedroom. Looking at him, he knew that he wanted to come again. He hurriedly crawled back, and finally met his dark eyes, and even knocked on him for a while. Hugh... rest a while..."

Before she finished speaking, he clasped her slender ankle and dragged it back again. Before she could react, she bullied herself up.

He clasped her slap-sized face, his hair was messy, his face was red, coquettish as if water dripped, and his fine moaning intermittently overflowed his red lips, like enjoyment, but also like being pained by torture, his fingers pressed hard. Under the sheets.

The man bowed his head and kissed her sweaty little face, bumping harder than ever, his voice was tight, calm, and hoarse, and blurred because of the thin lips against her skin, "Is it comfortable?"

"Um... uh."

She couldn't really tell what he was talking about.

"Am I smelling or tasteless, eh?"

He hit so hard that Chi Huan's mind was a little white, and he didn't know what he was talking about, and couldn't answer his questions.

Mo Shiqian patiently asked again hoarsely, "I ask you, is it delicious or tasteless?"

Maybe he asked twice, and she roughly pieced together his question.

Slightly opened his eyes and looked at the handsome face above with a blurry vision. His eyes still looked like a deep sea, but they weren't as calm as before. Instead, the waves were fierce.

When staring at her, it even seemed straight, without blinking.

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