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

Chi Huan pushed the quilt up for a while, but the man remained silent.

She felt boring and boring, so she withdrew her hand.

After a few seconds, he did not see him pull the quilt off.

Seeing him pretending to be dead, Chi Huan said, "Hey."

The man still didn't respond.

She couldn't wait to kick him directly, but it was a pity that he was lying on the bed, it was not convenient for her to kick him.

She curled her lips and looked at the motionless man, "You are not dead, are you."

Still not moving.

She snorted, "It's best for you to die from such a scourge."

no response.

A weird thought came to Chi Huan, if she really smothered this man to death——

Well, the life imprisonment of the male lead and the female lead is also a turning point.

She still stretched out her hand to lift the quilt, and was about to withdraw her hand, when she was grabbed by the man who suddenly opened her eyes. He pulled her to herself with force, and then she fell on him.

"Well……"

The head was buckled, and she pressed her lips "actively".

Bastard.

After a long and deep kiss, the man pressed her red lips and asked in a dull voice, "What should I eat tonight, Huanhuan."

"Nothing to eat, starve you to death."

She put the quilt on his head again, took out the pillow and smashed it a few times, "Get me your clothes, and you will be naked and I will take your fruit photos and send them to everyone in your address book. past."

After speaking, she went out.

…………

After about half an hour, it was all dark outside, and the light in the bedroom was not turned on, and it soon became pitch black.

Is this woman really going to starve him and let him fend for himself?

Mo Shiqian stretched out his hand to turn on the lamp beside the bed and sat up slowly.

The soreness in the waist has not been relieved, and the pain is severe after moving.

Putting on his underwear and trousers, he went out with his upper body naked.

When I walked to the living room, there was a strong fragrance.

It is not difficult to recognize, this is the smell from the kitchen.

She... is cooking?

Chi Huan was taking a spoonful of soup, blowing with his head down, and when the heat was almost gone, he sent it to his lips.

Her wrist was held by a hand extending from behind, and then sent in the other direction.

Mo Shiqian held Chi Huan's hand and fed the soup into his mouth.

The taste buds on the tip of the tongue are overwhelmed by the taste of the soup.

Her back was pressed against his Chiguo's chest, such a posture was so close that the breath was entwined, Chi Huan turned his head and looked at the man's perfectly curved jaw.

Mo Shiqian lowered his eyes to look at her, his lips thinning, "When did I learn it?"

"When it's boring."

The man lowered his head again, his thin lips almost pressed against her auricle, and asked in a dumb voice, "Did you cook the food at that table last night?"

Chi Huan felt that her ears were numb, so she retracted the spoon and pushed his head away, "Aren't you too painful to move?"

He looked down at her ears that seemed to be bleeding, and blew deliberately, "I'm hungry."

She reached out to turn off the fire, and said while pouring the soup, "Then go to the restaurant and sit down. You can eat later."

Mo Shiqian lowered his head and looked at her white side face, his pupils shrinking.

After a while, the man's hand was still on her waist, without speaking or moving.

Chi Huan looked back at him, "What are you doing standing there?"

Mo Shiqian put away the posture of just now, and said lightly, "What's wrong with you?"

She was confused, "What's wrong with me?"

The man's deep and dark eyes stared at her face for an instant, but his tone of voice was already very pale, sparsely faint, "How come you have become obedient."

Chi Huan tugged at her pale red lips, "Am I becoming obedient?"

He laughed lowly, "Buy me medicine, take me home, blow my hair, put medicine on me, pinch my waist, and now, even the food is made for me... You are when you claim to love me , I have never been so good to me."

Known as the two words, how can they have a taunting taste.

He pinched her chin with his fingers, raising her face a little higher, as if it could make her see more clearly, "I hurt your boyfriend and almost beat him up, you To me...Is it too sorry for him? Or just..."

The man's ending sounded a lot, mixed with a low and unclear smile, "I figured it out, ready to be my woman?"

Chi Huan looked at him and smiled, "Why don't you consider the possibility of me poisoning you?"

Mo Shiqian patted her cheek lightly, "So stupid, you wouldn't."

…………

at night.

Mo Shiqian slept on Chi Huan's bed, and Chi Huan slept on the sofa.

The lights went out, and both of them looked at the dark ceiling with their eyes open.

With clear consciousness, there is no sleep.

In the late summer and early autumn, after the night, moonlight poured into the house, quiet, cool, beautiful, and inexplicably sad.

Chi Huan didn't change her pajamas. She was wearing an off-white, thin and soft sweater. She curled up on the sofa like a cat, with a teddy bear resting her head. She turned over and raised the sleeve of her left hand.

A little bit above her wrist, wrapped in a circle of white bandage, she stroked it with her right hand.

Suddenly, he pressed down heavily.

A ray of pain struck her nerves sharply and densely, and the white bandage also shed little blood.

She breathed slowly.

The very light footsteps were released. The night was too quiet and Chi Huan was awake again. She also heard the subtle movements. She immediately put down her hand reflexively, pulled the sweater down, and closed her eyes.

Mo Shiqian was wearing pajamas that Chi Huan bought for him.

He was standing next to the sofa, and under the moonlight, his originally tall and straight figure was stretched into a lot, standing without a word even if there was a ghostly illusion.

If Chi Huan woke up suddenly and looked at such a shadow standing beside him, he would probably be scared and scream.

He leaned over and picked her up.

There were bursts of dull pain on the waist, deepened and elongated.

He held her expressionlessly and walked into the bedroom. This disobedient woman would sleep on the sofa all the time, causing him to come and aggravate his waist injury most of the night.

He didn't even know what she was thinking.

Isn't it that he hates him so much? She refuses to sleep with him. After he compromises and sleeps on the sofa, she is not allowed again.

"Your hands are too long and your feet are too long, and people grow too long. My sofa can't fit you. It's just right to pretend to be me."

Didn't he know that she would have to sleep alone in a super double bed, she wouldn't be used to it on such a small sofa?

Mo Shiqian usually hugged her as effortlessly as a kitten. Now, with a waist injury, he hugs a woman who is no matter how small and skinny is an adult, as if she is holding a jack.

When Chi Huan was put on the bed by him, he vaguely heard a low, short voice overflowing from the man's throat.

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