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

"Chi Huan," he clasped the back of her head, pressed her red lips down on himself, biting and kissing unscrupulously, his hoarse and **** voice continued to mock her, "You control yourself not to react bigger than me, then follow I want to refuse and welcome, okay, but you kept saying last night that you miss me very much."

When the words were finished, all the men had disappeared.

The man in the early morning was full of energy, although she only needed her once, but she tossed her to death once, from body to spirit.

He provoked her to look at her, teasing her to be empty, but he refused to satisfy her, and his patience was so slow that she asked him.

It forced her to cry and scream, and then refused to end.

It is very late summer. The air in the morning is fresh and clean, the sun is very bright, and it is beautiful golden.

The curtains were not drawn, and when the light in the room was completely lit, Chi Huan had a sense of licentiousness... or the extreme shame of being with a married man.

She felt like she was trapped in a swamp, desperately trying to get out, but she was still sinking deeper and deeper.

This feeling forced her to collapse.

The body was also forced to collapse out of control by repeated and on the verge of orgasm.

Chi Huan was finally irrational by his fucking.

She whispered and whispered, "No more...Mo Shiqian...please, I really can't do it..."

He pinched her chin and kissed her lips for a while, smiling playfully, "Please?"

She nodded in tears.

"But it's useless to beg me." He licked her ears for a while, which made her more sensitive, and then blew gently into the cochlea again, with a dumb and careless smile, "You really If you can’t bear it, you can find a way to get me out...huh?"

Chi Huan bit her lip, closed her eyes and continued to endure.

The man's fingers touched her hair, this movement was very gentle, and even the voice had a gentle illusion, "Huanhuan, you are not a pure and innocent virgin, we have never done anything, you have not given anything. I did, what do you do with this expression?"

She did not speak, tears fell straight out of her eyes.

Just when Chi Huan thought he was going to torture her like this until she was old, the phone on the bedside suddenly rang.

Mo Shiqian freed a hand from her, picked up the phone and tapped to answer.

"Tangtang."

Tangtang...

Chi Huan froze, and the blood in his body seemed to stop flowing.

This is a woman's name, no doubt...

It's so intimate, without a doubt, his wife...

Mo Shiqian's voice was gentle and indifferent. He couldn't hear affection or indifference. His natural and ordinary tone of voice was, "Are you in Lancheng?"

It's probably the old husband and wife for a long time, so it's such a tepid tone.

Her tears fell drop by drop on his arm.

But still biting his lips, not letting himself make any noise.

The man is still talking on the phone, "Well, I will send someone to pick you up."

"..."

"Yun Yun, staying here these few days, the hotel is booked."

"..."

"The villa is still being prepared and can be moved over in two days."

"..."

"Well, see you later."

He hung up the phone, threw the phone aside, glanced at his arm wet by the woman's tears, lowered his head and kissed it, and kissed her tears one by one.

If he hadn't just answered his wife's phone call, Chi Huan would even think it was a gentle gesture.

But she knows very well that this is just...

The more gentle, the more cruel.

After the kiss, he kissed her on the cheek and smiled faintly, seeming to be a bit regretful, "It seems that I can only let you go."

………………

After it was over, the man stood tall and straight by the bed, his slender and well-knotted fingers buttoned the shirt buttons back one by one.

Wrapped the chest covered with ambiguous traces into the cover of a white shirt, his temperament is cold and handsome, and he can no longer see the taste and breath of **** desire.

He looked down at the woman lying on the bed, squinted his eyes and laughed lazily, "I can't get up, are you going to let my wife come over and catch him?"

Chi Huan's nerves tightened, and still sat up while holding the quilt.

"Mo Shiqian, why do you think that I dare not appear in front of your wife? You raped me, so why do you think I can only hide away?"

The handsome face of the man was calm, and he smiled faintly, "If you want to tell her, I will wait with you. Where do you see it, I am afraid you will appear in front of her?"

Chi Huan was stunned.

She looked at the man in front of her, as if she was looking at a complete stranger.

She opened her mouth, "You... don't you love her?"

Mo Shiqian buttoned the penultimate button of his shirt, leaned down, put her hands on her side and trapped her between his arms, his thin lips burst into a shallow smile, "I tell you I don't love her. If you...can you be my woman willingly?"

Chi Huan was shocked.

Ashamed for asking this question again.

What is she expecting, whether he loves his wife or not, he is married.

In any case, she is a junior.

She doesn't want it.

Chi Huan pushed him away, and when she got out of bed, she was going to pick up the clothes and put them on, not to mention that she was wearing a backless evening dress last night... She had been torn apart by Mo Shiqian and could no longer wear it.

She has no clothes to leave here, so she can only call someone to bring it over.

When she pushed him, Mo Shiqian stood up again.

He picked up the phone, took care of his own things, and finally glanced at her, "I'll send you clothes."

"No, I ask someone to send it."

She is now afraid that others will know their relationship...

Regarding her refusal, Mo Shiqian was noncommittal and directly ignored. He didn't know who to call with the phone, and simply and indifferently asked the person at the end to bring a set of dresses and breakfast.

She also heard him report her yardage in an orderly manner.

Very precise.

She is a lot thinner than five years ago, and Chi Huan even suspected that he was measured by the feel of her last night.

"Mo Shiqian, I said I don't want it!"

Mo Shiqian didn't even look at her. He put the suit on his arm, and the long legs wrapped in straight trousers had already stepped out of the door, his voice low and magnetic, clear and sexy.

When talking to her, she seemed to be facing a wayward and ignorant child, with the illusion of being gentle and indulgent. The so-called illusion was because the content of the words was so cruel that the throat was so cruel.

"Go to the bathroom to wash and take a shower, obediently waiting for the clothes and breakfast to be delivered, I want to pick up my wife, I can't accompany you."

Chi Huan held his skirt and stepped barefoot on the carpet. Hearing his words, it seemed that the blood in his body had stopped flowing, and he stood there stiff and cold.

As soon as the door opened and closed, she was left alone in the huge suite.

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