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

The woman raised her face in his arms, but a few strands of hair floated on her white face.

She nodded, "If this makes you feel better, yes."

Make him feel better?

Mo Shiqian looked down at this beautiful face that was already blind to light and dark. Hearing her say this, it seemed that a hand reached into his chest, and then firmly grasped his heart.

There is no other feeling, only heavy suffocation.

He stared at her with his head down, his breathing became more rapid and heavier, and because of the barrenness and emptiness that spread rapidly, he bit her lip again.

This time there is no more the smell of a kiss, it is just a pure bite.

Like hate, or vent hatred.

She didn't struggle, she didn't seem to feel any pain.

It's not that it doesn't hurt, it's just that the pain is far less than the pain in my heart.

In the past when she read novels and TV series, some people often said that using physical pain to relieve the pain of heart and spirit, she thought it was farting.

How can the pain alleviate another kind of pain? It's obviously that the pain adds to the pain.

It turns out it really works.

If this makes him more comfortable, she really doesn't care.

But obviously not.

Before I found her, Mo Shiqian was tortured with fear and anxiety.

He didn't expect that after finding her, this torture could escalate.

In the end, Mo Shiqian did not choose to ask for her here, although he wanted very much, his mind was full of images of raging and occupying him, but...

Most of the cameras in the playground will not be turned off at night.

Even if he doesn't mind playing Erotica at night, he can't tolerate her being seen by others in affair.

The man pulled her sweater back without gentle movement, picked up the coat that had been peeled off the ground, and wrapped it around her again.

Not gentle, even rude, his handsome face is even more gloomy and terrifying, no warmth is visible.

"Where's the scarf?"

Chi Huan looked at him and moved his lips before answering slowly, "Where did you forget it?"

He asked coldly, "Are you staying here all day today?"

She nodded slowly again.

Hidden in the city, there will be a long line in the amusement park from the morning, there is no need for more people, she just finds a blind spot for monitoring, and she sits in a whole day without anyone paying attention.

It is also difficult to find.

Mo Shiqian's lips showed a mocking sneer, but he tore off the scarf around his neck in his hand——

When he went out, Mu Xi saw that he wears less and knew that it was impossible to change his clothes, so that's why he had to wear this scarf. Chi Huan watched him put the scarf that was still carrying her body temperature around her neck blankly.

She immediately hugged her up.

"Mo Shiqian..."

He fingered hard and said indifferently, "Chi Huan, I am very tired today and don't want to hear you say a word."

Chi Huan pursed her lips, her heart densely packed like needles.

There are several bodyguards waiting in the parking place outside the playground.

Seeing them come out, he immediately opened the door.

Mo Shiqian hugged her to the co-pilot, raised his hand to close the car door, and indifferently threw a sentence at the bodyguards, "No need to follow me, go back and talk to Fengxing for me. Everything is resolved, let my dad Mom rests early."

"Yes."

He walked around the front of the car, sat in the driver's seat, and drove back.

He obviously didn't plan to take her back to the villa. Chi Huan didn't know where he was going to take her, but he didn't ask either.

In the city that has passed zero, the street lights are lit alone, so quiet that only the whistling wind can be heard.

Forty minutes later, the car stopped on the parking lot of a high-end residential complex.

Chi Huan turned his head to look outside, very strange, but familiar with the strange.

This is... Xishan Mansion.

The man got out of the car, opened the door, buckled her wrist with his fingers, and directly dragged her off the car.

Yes, it is procrastination.

He has long legs. Once he doesn't give in to her steps, if Chi Huan doesn't speed up his steps to follow him, he can only stagger and be forced to follow.

He didn't say a word to her, and she never spoke.

The door opened and changed his shoes, but he still did not let go.

Walking through the living room and bathroom, Chi Huan was almost thrown into the bathroom before he let go of her hand.

The light was finally bright enough to see each other's faces clearly.

"Bath."

"Mo Shiqian..."

"Take a bath, don't force me to wash you."

She didn't even finish reading his name, and the man had already held the doorknob and closed the bathroom door. He obviously didn't want to hear what she said, and didn't plan to give her a chance to speak.

With a "bang", the sound of closing the door was not soft.

Xishan Mansion has been unoccupied for a long time, deserted, and looks very clean at first glance, but a layer of light gray can be found on closer inspection.

…………

When Chi Huan came out wrapped in a bath towel, the man had cleaned up the bedroom and all the mattresses on the bed had been changed.

The curtains were not closed. Through the glass of the floor-to-ceiling windows, she could see the tall and tall figure standing on the balcony, with cigarette butts shining brightly in the dark, and she could also see the smoky smoke, lingering with the night. His whole body.

He stood there, revealing indescribable loneliness and loneliness.

She always knew that Mo Shiqian didn't smoke often, except when he was in a bad mood.

I don't know if he heard her opening the door or felt her gaze. After Chi Huan stood by the bed for less than a minute, he turned and looked at her.

There was blue and white smoke between her nose and thin lips, half-burning cigarettes sandwiched between her, looking at her through the glass of the floor-to-ceiling window, and then directly squeezing out half of the cigarette that was not exhausted, and threw it into the trash basket.

Finally, he opened the door and walked in, then closed it smoothly.

The slender legs walked directly to her, a strong hand pinched her waist, directly pushed her into the bed, and then bullied her up, the tall and heavy body covered the woman's soft and lush body.

The whole process was done in one go, without any rush or slowness, but without the slightest pause.

Seaweed-like long hair was laid out on the dark blue mattress, like a banshee in the sea.

There are marks of being bitten by a man on the red lips, adding to the pitiful taste.

The wrapped bath towel only covered the chest to the hips, shoulders, collarbone, and thin white legs, all exposed to the air, and the man's eyes.

There is no dialogue, no communication, and no eye contact.

Not even foreplay.

Mo Shiqian directly tore off the only bath towel wrapped around her.

It was natural and clear that her facial features were wrinkled in an instant, her face was buried in the soft mattress, her fingers were gripping the sheet because of pain and discomfort.

He sneered.

This attitude of patience was like he had bullied her.

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