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

It was almost at this time that she really believed that he was really hurt, and he couldn't bear to hold her from the living room to the bedroom.

After Mo Shiqian put her down, he walked around the foot of the bed and returned to the bed.

After lying down for ten minutes, the waist injury was deepened by holding a heavy object, and it was so painful that he couldn't sleep.

He closed his eyes, stretched out his hands and rubbed, after a while, he stopped, moved closer to the woman lying on his side, and took her hand...with her hand instead of his own rubbing.

The cool and soft fingers, in fact, he doesn't know how to master it.

But that touch makes people obsessed.

Chi Huan closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, but he used his hands without authorization.

"..."

I don’t know how long it took, Chi Huan fell asleep in a daze.

When there was only a little consciousness left, I felt vaguely that the man's lips were kissing her, eyebrows, cheeks, and lips.

He moved very lightly, and she ignored him, indulging herself into sleep.

…………

the next morning.

When Chi Huan woke up, she found herself pestering the man like an octopus.

She was startled, and was rushing to let go. The man's slightly gloomy voice had already sounded, "Wake up? Leave my waist."

Chi Huan immediately got up, feeling very embarrassed about his active use of both hands and feet to pester him.

But soon, she asked with a straight face and pursed her lips, "I obviously slept on the sofa. Why did I get on the bed?"

"You don't stop running to the bed, you are climbing on me."

"..."

"You must have put me on the bed in the middle of the night."

"I didn't let you climb on top of me, holding me and refusing to let go."

No wonder Mo Shiqian has a deep resentment.

Chi Huan usually sleeps with a teddy bear. Even if she goes out to film a movie or sleeps in a hotel, she will also sleep with a pillow. In short, she is used to what she holds when she sleeps.

But he is different. What he used to sleep all these years was to sleep alone without any existence around him.

There is a Chi Huan who doesn’t say whether he can accept it, at least he can’t get used to it for a while, especially—

She pressed half of her body on his waist.

Wen Xiang Yi Nephrite was in his arms, he was awakened by her, and then he was on fire. Finally, the fire went out and she was crushed on the wound again.

She didn't sleep much all night, but she slept soundly.

His injury worsened again.

Chi Huan got out of bed. Looking at his face, he knew that he was not sleeping well, and his mood was not very good, so he said lightly, "I just treat you as my teddy bear, so I just say so. It's not so comfortable to hold, it's so hard."

Mo Shiqian looked at her blankly.

Chi Huan ignored him and went straight to the bathroom to wash.

After busying for a long time, when she came out, the man was still sitting there with her going in, staring at her with unwavering eyes, his expression gloomy and resentful.

Like a tantrum, waiting for her to coax her.

She still walked over, "You won't be able to get out of bed and even wash, right?"

The man said nothing.

Chi Huan shrugged, "I won't take care of the paralyzed bed. If you really can't get out of bed, call someone to take you to the hospital. Don't expect me to take care of you."

Mo Shiqian lifted the quilt and got out of the bed, taking off his pajamas leisurely.

"Mo Shiqian, I don't allow you to be naked in my house, neither above nor below...ah."

Before she could finish her sentence, she was covered up in the man's pajamas.

When she tore off the clothes, he had already passed her and walked into the bathroom.

That figure was still quite angry.

She watched his figure disappear at the door of the bathroom, the expression on her face faded and she fell into layers of loneliness.

…………

The breakfast is made by Chi Huan himself, with a balanced breakfast.

Mo Shiqian didn't speak from beginning to end. Chi Huan felt that he had a kind of... if you didn't coax me, I would ignore your meaning.

Does she really miss him?

Isn't it because he wants to stay at her house with a faceless face?

Didn't he take her back in the middle of the night?

I lost my temper.

The man's handsome face was gloomy and gloomy, and the line of his jaw was strained, looking expressionless and indifferent.

While tearing toast, she slowly fed herself, looked up at his perfect profile, and asked casually, "Did your wife not call you? If you go to Paris, it should be here now. Right."

Mo Shiqian didn't even glance at her, and said faintly, "Don't talk while eating. Didn't anyone teach you?"

Chi Huan, "..."

…………

After breakfast, Chi Huan cleaned up and saw the man sitting on the sofa with frowning, playing with the teddy bear with his fingers, in a casual gesture, but she still noticed his discomfort and patience from his subtle expression.

She walked over, "Are you going to stay at my house?"

"Heal."

"How can you raise it like that? If it's serious, go to the hospital or call a doctor to show it to you."

He said faintly, "I like to raise it this way."

"..."

Mo Shiqian looked at the woman at the distance of a coffee table, raised his hand and beckoned, "Come here."

Chi Huan stood still.

He said, "I was pressed by you all night, come over and help me squeeze."

She still walked over, sat down beside him, stretched out her hand to pinch him.

Mo Shiqian looked at her drooping face, focused and well-behaved.

Give him an illusion.

I don't know how long it took, Chi Huan wrinkled his face and shook his wrist, "Don't pinch, your hands are sore."

He hummed, then said, "It still hurts."

"My hands are sore, you pinch it yourself."

The man said faintly and dumbly, "If you come and kiss me, it may not hurt."

Chi Huan, "..."

She raised her eyes to speak, but she ran into his eyes unexpectedly, looking at her like a bottomless pool.

Chi Huan stood up at once, curled his mouth and said, "Then you continue to hurt."

After speaking, she picked up the phone on the coffee table and went to the study.

She opened the floor-to-ceiling windows to let the cool breeze in the early autumn morning blow her mind, and then took a deep breath and dialed Fengxing's phone.

The voice on the other end is consistent laziness, "What's wrong?"

"Mo Shiqian's waist injury seems to have worsened."

"Ok."

A simple word, obviously perfunctory.

"Bring a doctor over to show him."

"If necessary, he will find it himself."

Chi Huan frowned, "He needed it, but didn't find it."

Feng Xing was on the other side, and he smiled suddenly, "He is not in a hurry to hurt him, what are you worried about?"

She pursed her lips and said nothing.

"You like him so much? You like him very much... right?"

"His injury is not good for one day, and he just stays with me all day. Of course I hope he gets better soon."

"If he doesn't go to the doctor, he just wants to drag his wounds and stay with you, Chi Huan, if you don't like him, he would have made trouble..."

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