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

Chi Huan looked at the line of his jaw and sneered blankly, "Why, he hugged me up, are you going to chop off his hand? If he came with me before leaving, would you just leave now? Let your men kill him?"

He smiled sternly, sneered, "Come on? Just this time is enough for one, Chi Huan, can he satisfy you?"

Hearing what he said, Chi Huan laughed instead, "Why don't you know enough? Maybe we started in the car."

The handsome face of the man who was supposed to be gentle fell into a gloomy face.

He squinted, "Chi Huan, is it good for you to provoke me?"

"If you know it will be unpleasant, what do you ask? Didn't you see that he hugs me? What's the difference between a hug or a hug? I haven't been with him or have been with other men. Do you expect me to be like a jade for you? Now there are wives, lovers, and other men who give me a hug, where are you not happy?"

Looking at the man’s ugly face, Chi Huan felt relieved a little bit, and couldn’t help but continue to mock, “I’ve seen someone brazenly robbing someone else’s woman, and I’ve never seen someone like you who came here in the middle of the night and raped another girl My friend smashed someone into a disability, and you still have the face to say, I make you unhappy."

Mo Shiqian finished listening to her, in other words, finished venting.

There was no emotional ups and downs on the handsome face of her accusation, and she was calm and powerful. Only after she finished speaking, she asked faintly, "You are now claiming to be your girlfriend with the surname Yin. It’s his label of a woman, right?"

Chi Huan wanted to say so, but she didn't dare.

She had learned how frantic this man was now, bit her lip and rolled her face to the other side.

Mo Shiqian looked down at her, and put her on the sofa without saying a word.

Chi still turned his face to one side, his delicate face was indifferent, his eyes looked at the carpet not far away, and his body wrapped in bathrobes was lying halfway on the sofa like this, letting her deal with her as if she was bitten by a dog. Attitude.

Some of the neckline of the bathrobe was torn apart, revealing a beautiful collarbone, as well as unobvious but looming ups and downs that are more reminiscent.

She thought he would jump over and pulled her clothes directly into the subject.

But after waiting for a while, the man did not move.

She curled her eyebrows, turned her head and looked at it impatiently--

It just so happened that the soft sofa beside her sank a few degrees, and the man knelt down on one knee, and at the same time, the warm thin and rough palms wrapped her feet.

Chi Huan's whole body shook slightly, with an indescribable tingling feeling, she subconsciously pulled her feet back.

But it has been held in the palm of a man, how could it be easily retracted.

She has a thin frame and a very petite body, and her feet are naturally small, white and soft. She is held in the palm of a man by the big size of a man. From a visual point of view, there is an indescribable shock.

Especially since she was barefoot after taking a shower, she stood outside the door for a while, not too cold, but very cold.

When compared with a man's body temperature, it becomes even colder.

"What are you doing, let go."

This man is shameless enough that he has no lower limit, he won't be perverted in his foot fetish...

I haven't seen him have this kind of messy hobby before, and I don't know which woman he discovered it from.

Thinking about it this way, she felt even more uncomfortable, and the nerves in her feet became more sensitive. She repeated it again, "Mo Shiqian, you let go of my feet."

The man knelt on the sofa with two shirt buttons open, revealing a small piece of chest. He lifted his eyes and glanced at her. His voice was low and sluggishly sexy, “I’m not going to act as a piece of meat on the chopping board. Well, I just touched your foot and you can't stand it?"

Chi Huan, "..."

She bit her lip and said coldly, "If you want to do it, hurry up, I have to sleep."

Faster?

Mo Shiqian's eyes flashed across the slender cold light, but it was not obvious, not to mention that Chi Huan did not look at him directly.

The man who followed her was picked up by the man and laid horizontally on his lap.

"I told you not to... well."

Chi Huan didn't finish saying a word, didn't notice that the back of his head was clasped by the man's other hand, and then pressed in his direction, just like that.

She instinctively struggled twice, and then gave up when she realized that this struggle would not have any effect.

After giving up, she originally wanted to abandon all senses and even give up with herself, but she couldn't ignore the hand holding her foot——

One is warm and powerful, the other is cold and slender, too contrasting.

This action is too easy to give a woman the illusion of gentle care, it is more difficult to ignore than lust.

Chi Huan's toes curled up a little bit, and the body held in his arms by the man curled up unconsciously, and even his heart shrank into the corner because of the resisting alarm bell.

The subsequent process is a natural fit.

At the end of summer, there is a cool breeze outside, and the temperature inside is scorching and ambiguous.

There is no distraction of being controlled by alcohol the first time after they meet again.

He squinted his eyes and picked her up from the sofa.

She endured panting and said angrily, "What are you doing? Mo Shiqian, you are really sick and so sick."

He lowered his head and glanced at her, and he walked with a calm voice and replied faintly, "I'm thirsty, looking for water, where is the water?"

She is really going crazy.

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