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

Mo Shiqian's fingers stiffened, raising his head, the blue smoke sprayed onto her face, his eyes narrowed like a smile, "Suddenly behaved, huh?"

Chi Huan wiped his hair for a while, and then continued.

He probably wiped it twice after washing, and he barely wiped it seriously just now.

Mo Shiqian did not speak, letting her hand rub his head with the towel.

After wiping the towel, Chi Huan put down the towel, with short hair pierced through her fingers, and asked lowly, "I'll get a hair dryer for you to blow it?"

He looked up at her without speaking.

The meaning of not speaking should be the default, Chi Huan turned around to get the hair dryer.

Familiar with the road, like the hostess of this room.

In other words, she has always been the hostess of this room and never left.

When Chi Huan used a hair dryer to dry his short hair, the cigarette in the man’s hand had already burned out, he squeezed it out, put it in the ashtray, and at the same time tore off the woman standing in front of him. , And then grabbed the back of her head.

Chi Huan was unprepared, caught off guard, and was given a mouthful of smoke by the man.

It made her cough.

He lowered his eyes and watched her face flushed with coughing calmly.

The distance is very close, coupled with this posture, even the breath of each other is entangled, as if to kiss at any time.

But he never kissed her.

The man's fingers stroked her head, as if he was touching a pet, his thin lips opened slightly, and he faintly spit out a word, "Go take off the makeup and take a bath, eh?"

He is much taller than her, even if she is sitting on top of him.

The smoke cleared, Chi Huan looked up at his handsome and cold face.

Suddenly, she raised her hand to kiss his face, raised her head and kissed him actively.

His lips were thin and cold, and he did not avoid him, allowing her to kiss him, but there was no response.

During this process, the man's clear eyes were watching her quietly, there were no waves, no emotional ups and downs, the only thing he could see was the deep darkness, unable to capture the feelings.

Such a kiss can only be regarded as a touch, not even a kiss.

Chi Huan ended it, got up from him, and went to the bathroom without saying a word.

When all her hair was **** and ready to remove makeup, she suddenly discovered that there were still a series of care and makeup removal products she had used before, beside the sink.

She didn't take anything from the villa, and they had not been moved halfway, like his life with her had never changed.

Remove makeup and take a bath.

More than half an hour later, Chi Huan came out from inside wearing a white bathrobe.

Mo Shiqian was still sitting on the sofa, but there was a bottle of wine and a tall glass on the small round table. The man held it in his finger and swayed the wine-red liquid inside.

Chi Huan stood by the bathroom door for a while, but walked over again.

She pursed her lips and whispered, "It's late, do you want to go to bed?"

Mo Shiqian looked up and looked at her clean and white face after removing makeup, "Sleep, sleep with me?"

"Otherwise, where do you want me to sleep?"

Doesn’t let her take a bath mean that she sleeps with him?

The man picked up the wine glass filled with red wine and shook it carelessly. There was a smile in his muted voice, "Huanhuan, do you think I can't touch you anyway? Even if you are with me, the most is Kiss, hug?"

Chi Huan twisted her eyebrows, "I haven't thought about it like this."

He smiled faintly, "But the truth seems to be the case."

This is indeed the case, but she doesn't want to, and it's not something she can control.

She bit her lip for a while and said, "Otherwise, are you going to find a woman who can touch you?"

Mo Shiqian looked at her, his eyebrows stiffened for a few minutes, and he smiled slightly, "Do you hope very much?"

The look on his face is smiling, but cold.

Confronted for half a minute in this silent silence.

Chi Huan suddenly reached out and put a hand on his shoulder, and then sat face to face across his lap.

She stretched her hand around his neck, pulled the man's head down, then raised her neck, and kissed it the second time.

It's just that this time it's no longer just a dry touch. She held the man's thin lips and licked it unskillfully. Finally, she opened his lips and teeth and fed her own tongue.

Chi Huan tasted a touch of tobacco and nicotine, but was almost overwhelmed by a stronger masculine flavor.

Soft and sweet.

She clung to him actively, kissed him, and teased him.

Even if he didn't move up and down, as if he hadn't reacted because of her behavior, but his lower abdomen still couldn't control the arrogant reaction.

But he still didn't move, just calmly watching her take the initiative, as if he was not uncomfortable.

When she kissed his chin, the man's hoarse and somewhat vague voice finally sounded with a faint smile, "Are you sure you can satisfy me after you arouse my sexuality?"

When he spoke, the breath sprayed on her cochlea, causing her nerves to shudder shallowly.

Chi Huan stopped.

The air is still at an ambiguous temperature.

But the enthusiasm she raised was mostly quenched.

She looked at him, pursed her lips and asked, "Are you not willing to forgive me for not picking you up at the airport?"

The man lifted her chin with his fingers, and laughed in a dumb voice, "I said three days for you, naturally three days, but during these three days, you didn't give me any answer."

She wanted to say that she went, but she had already said it, but he didn't believe it.

Chi Huan looked into his eyes, and said in a low voice, "I didn't reply to you, but I still want to be with you... can it?"

Mo Shiqian looked at her face in long dark hair and smiled.

It's hard to describe exactly what kind of laughter it was...like hearing something that made him laugh?

After laughing, the man uttered two words on his thin lips, "Really?"

"Yes."

He possessed him and got close to her a lot, then asked with a low smile, "Think clearly, do you still like me?"

She looked at him, the look on his face made her hesitate a bit, but finally nodded, "Yes."

The man’s breath pressed against her skin, a deeper smile overflowed from his throat, and his voice became deeper and mellow, "Then if I say, I’m uncomfortable... I want you to use your mouth and tongue to relieve me. ?"

His voice is very low and low, even if there is a third person in the room, it can only be heard by the two of them.

But because of this, Chi Huan's face still changed a bit, and then unconsciously became hot.

She was sitting on his body, and naturally she could clearly feel the changes in his body, and the presence that was getting harder and harder...

The face that had just turned pink in the steaming heat in the bathroom has not returned to normal. At this time, because of his words, he quickly turned red. Under the continuous fumigation of his breath, he was even red enough to bleed in the end.

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