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

The man was extremely cold, and smiled shortly, "If this is the case, you can think about it, is it more uncomfortable for me to be sober and painful like last night, or give you medicine so that you will not be thinking Torture is just like a **** who keeps begging me to be happy."

Chi Huan was shocked and looked at him incredible.

Mo Shiqian turned around and walked out.

The deserted quietness in the bedroom was restored.

Chi Huan looked down at the medicine that the man had thrown on the bed, took it out and looked at it. It was all for the treatment of trauma. It is estimated that he also knows how excessive he is.

just……

Who can stand the pigeon being released on the wedding day.

She closed her eyes, very helpless, more powerless.

She hoped that Mo Shiqian would let her go in a rage.

Lawrence said contemptuously that she didn't need to break up with him because he would not agree.

He also said that this road is not so easy to finish.

She didn't want this, she was even more afraid of it.

This result, as Lawrence expected, shows that he really understands them, and what makes her panic...

He might really hate her slowly.

hate.

Chi Huan lifted the quilt and got out of the bed. As a result, the soreness of her leg was beyond her expectation when she used it. She immediately softened and fell onto the carpet.

The carpet was thick, it didn't hurt too much, and there was no sound, so the man didn't hear it.

She sat on the ground for a while before she got up again, opened the shower to wash her body again, wrapped her bath towel back on the bed, and applied the creamy white cold ointment to the wound.

There are always restrictions on applying medicine to yourself.

She wiped it casually, she was about to get up and go to the cloakroom to get the clothes, and the man pushed in again.

Chi Huan didn't know what he wanted to do when he came in, or what kind of reaction he should make, so he sat on the bed and didn't move.

Mo Shiqian walked to her side, looked at her casually, and said indifferently, "Did you finish?"

"Ok."

He reached out his hand to pick up the bag, drew an unopened ointment from the inside with his fingers with distinct knuckles.

That Chi Huan is useless because...

The man unscrewed the ointment unhurriedly, without looking at her, still in an extremely indifferent tone, "Open your legs."

Chi Huan, "..."

Of course she knew what this meant, her face inevitably flushed with blood.

Looking sideways at the floor, he unconsciously pressed his hand on the accustomed bath towel, his tone was unspeakable, "No need."

He had already squeezed the ointment onto his finger, "open it."

"I said no..."

Before she finished her sentence, the man looked up and said calmly, "Want me to tie you up?"

Chi Huan looked at his indifferent face, and had a hunch that he would really do it when he said so, and he pressed his lips, and really didn't want to make such a shameful action...

She felt ashamed even in the previous period when their relationship was normal.

She bit her lip and stood up, ignoring the soreness on her body, and walked out the door, trying to go to the cloakroom to pick up the clothes she had fallen here before.

But before the foot took two steps, the man clasped his arm and threw it back on the bed with his backhand.

Before she could get up again, he was already holding the scarf from last night, kneeling on one knee beside her, leaning over and tied her two hands on top of his head, and tied the other end to the head of the bed.

Chi Huan's face was red and white, "Mo Shiqian!"

He didn't lift his head, but said indifferently, "If you want to trouble me to tie your legs up, keep moving."

"No need to wipe inside!"

"It hurts."

She looked at his handsome face with short black hair, bit her lip and said, "Obviously knowing that he will get hurt, why do you still do this?"

The man's thin lips stretched out a cold curve, "Why do you do it if you know it will make me angry?"

Chi Huan has nothing to say.

He knelt between her legs, preventing her from coming together again.

She couldn't help but bit her lip and turned her gaze to another place, trying to ignore the nerve shudder caused by the man's fingers, even holding her breath unconsciously.

Mo Shiqian's movements were methodical, he didn't deliberately do evil or other behaviors, he just applied ointment.

After painting there, he took out his fingers and wiped them, glanced at the woman who was about to get up, and threw her back again.

"What are you doing?"

He didn't reply, as if he didn't want to talk to her at all. He just rubbed the tissue and threw it into the trash, then took a tube of ointment and wiped her other places—

There must be many places that you can't reach if you give yourself medicine.

The refreshing ointment was spread evenly on the skin. Chi Huan, who was forced to lie on the mattress, could not see the look on the man's face, but could only feel that the fingers were a completely different tenderness from last night.

Her eyes were sore, she closed it.

After applying all the necessary areas all over his body, Mo Shiqian threw away the unused ointment, got up and went to the bathroom to turn on the faucet and wash his hands.

After wiping clean, he went out.

Did not speak to her.

If it is not necessary, he would not talk to her at all.

Chi Huan couldn't help but still had to wear clothes.

She picked up the towel and wrapped it, got up and went to the cloakroom.

After you change your clothes and come out, you can hear the movement in the kitchen, the knife falls on the cutting board, and even the strength is extremely rhythmic.

Chi Huan stood in the living room for a while, did not leave, pushed open the floor-to-ceiling windows of the living room, and walked to the balcony.

It is about ten o'clock in the morning.

She lifted her face slightly and looked at the gray sky.

The winter in Lancheng is always so gloomy and heavy.

Because the indoor heating was turned on, Chi Huan only wore a gray round-neck sweater, but it was warm indoors, but not so warm outdoors. When the man made a meal and found someone, her whole body was blown into popsicles.

As soon as Mo Shiqian touched her hand, he immediately became angry.

Fingers clasped her arm, dragged her two steps inside, and then threw her in.

The door was closed by him and the whole apartment shook.

"Chi Huan," his handsome face was tightly taut, and there were even signs of blue veins jumping on his forehead, and his extremely low voice was extremely gloomy. "You don't want to break up now, you are starting to change your way to toss. I?"

On such a cold day, she just wore such a dress and stood outside blowing the cold wind.

Just want to toss yourself out of trouble?

Chi Huan was still stunned by his snarling and didn't react, not understanding what his sudden anger was for.

She just wanted to go to the balcony to get some air just now. There were too many things in her mind and her heart was depressed, so she had to forget the time for a moment. The nerve endings were in a state of dullness, so how could she remember what was cold or cold?

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