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

His fingers deliberately rubbed her lips, and continued to coax with a smiling voice, "You lick it clean, we won't do it this time, how about?"

Chi Huan pursed her lips and looked up at him, "What if I don't?"

"You said it is if, nothing happened, you will know if you try," his voice was suppressed very low, which was extraordinarily **** because of its lowness, "but..."

He pulled the corners of his lips and smiled, and whispered in a low and soft voice, "Always can afford your perverted and disgusting evaluation."

There was a deadlock of silence for nearly ten minutes.

Mo Shiqian saw her hesitation and waver, and a smile appeared in his eyes, he had to take his hand back to hug her, and said, "Since you don't want to, then we continue..."

He didn't finish a sentence, but stopped abruptly.

Because Chi Huan has already held his finger.

The tiny electric current flowed through the entire five-finger part first, and then went deeper into the body.

The warm, soft, moist lips and tongue, slowly licked.

Mo Shiqian lowered his head, staring at her red face with a deep gaze, and suddenly asked, "You are also shy when you lick your finger, Chi Huan, have you been without a man for a long time?"

His question was half-truth and half-false, but it was just a sudden thought that came out of him, so he asked.

Of course Chi Huan would not answer him--

I don’t know how long it has passed, Chi Huan was carried back to the bedroom by the man in a daze, until he bullied her body again, she suddenly reacted to something and stared at him with wide eyes, "Mo Shiqian, you said. As long as I... do it once, it's over just now!"

He lifted her chin and kissed it, chuckling dumbly, "You believe what a man says on the bed, you haven't gained any IQ these years, Huanhuan."

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Lingering into the night.

After it was over, Chi Huan had already fallen asleep.

Mo Shiqian lay sideways on the woman's bed, looking down at the sleepy and sleeping woman, his deep and indifferent eyes had returned to calmness and clarity, and there was no trace of half-heartedness.

The light in the bedroom was turned off, but the moonlight in late summer was as bright as silver water flowing in from the glass of the floor-to-ceiling windows, enough to see all the outlines of the house.

There was a cigarette between the man's fingers, and the fire from the cigarette **** flickered. The smoke was almost invisible in the dim light, and it curled up.

The bed is still a big double bed.

The woman's long hair was tangled on the pillow, and a lot of hair fell on her face. If you put it away, you might see the redness that has not completely faded. She lay quietly beside him.

It takes a long time to search in the memory to find the well-behaved appearance of the overlapping figure.

She was covered with a flimsy quilt, her white jade-like shoulders were exposed, but she was mostly covered by long hair.

After smoking half a cigarette, Mo Shiqian got up from the bed and stepped barefoot on the carpet.

He was smoking cigarettes, and his handsome face under his short black hair was no longer gentle, nor did he have the **** and dangerous smell, indifferent like water, even the ambiguous traces of Chi Guo's upper body being caught by the woman were diluted a lot.

The man wore trousers and did not turn on the lights, and he casually inspected the huge apartment.

Lying on the floor was a teddy bear measuring 1.8 meters in length, and he threw it down when he went to bed.

As he passed by, he glanced down and kicked to the side.

Maybe the space in the bedroom is much larger than that of her residence at No.10, so it looks simple and empty. The tone style is also Nordic, simple and light, without the feeling of a pink girl's heart.

cloakroom--

Chi Huan’s cloakroom is very large, with a dazzling array of clothes, shoes, bags...

However, his eyes swept around and he didn't find anything about men.

From the bathroom, to the bedroom to the cloakroom to the entrance hall slippers, in addition to the kitchen, which can be seen to have been used by others, there is also a poorly leveled table with meals, and there are no signs of men resident.

Do you live alone?

When I was about to turn back to the bedroom, the mobile phone that was thrown on the coffee table suddenly rang and the screen turned on.

He walked over and looked down, then picked it up and tapped to answer.

While talking, he raised his foot and walked to the balcony, pushed open the French windows and went out——

Chi Huan didn't sleep deeply. She woke up within a few minutes after the man got out of bed. She just wanted to go out to see if he was gone, and saw him holding the phone to the balcony.

In the quiet night, she could clearly hear the man’s voice with an exceptionally gentle smile, "It's so late, why don't you sleep?"

Chi Huan didn't know how she distinguished it, only felt that this gentleness was really gentle, not in front of her or in front of other women.

Except his wife, except the woman in the swimming pool, except her...

He has other women.

Just like Yin Chengfeng said, men with his identity are a group of lovers.

She was nothing special in this, but she was an old lover, and he was dumped by her, so he had to come back and trample on her again.

Chi Huan stood at the door for a while. He didn't know what kind of heart he should turn around and go back to the room to sleep, or just let him go, but he still followed in a ghostly manner.

She didn't wear shoes either. The shoes were under the sofa. She was not in the mood to wear them deliberately.

Mo Shiqian put one hand on the railing of the balcony, holding the phone in the other hand.

His voice is faint, but gentle, "Well, I'm not at home tonight, and I won't go back. If you are afraid, go to your mother, or let her tell you a story."

On the other end of the phone was the little girl’s tender voice, "Dad...Mom...not here."

"Your mother is not at home?"

"I get up... want to drink water... knock on mother's door... mother is not here."

"She may be asleep, I asked the servant sister to bring you water to drink."

"Sister Maid... Feed me and drink it..." The girl's immature voice was small, and it was a little intermittent because of the lack of vocabulary, aggrieved, as if to cry, "Mom is not here... I call She, she won't answer."

Mo Shiqian narrowed his eyes and said nothing for a while.

The little girl asked with a bit of fear and trepidation, "Dad...Where did Mom go...Did she..." She sniffed, "I broke... the paintbrush today... Is she angry... Do you want me?"

He said faintly, "No, your mother won't want you, be good, she may have something to go, and will go back tomorrow morning."

"Dad..." the little girl asked timidly, "I'm afraid... can you come back... wait for mom with me?"

The man lowered his eyes and looked down at the city with no lights.

After a few seconds, he hummed, "You let the servant sister accompany you for a while, and I'll be back later."

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