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

He put a hand on her waist, raised his head to look at the woman trapped under him, and what he saw was a face filled with tears.

she cried.

This was the second time she shed tears today, and this recognition made Mo Shiqian panic completely.

Straight men were afraid of seeing women crying, except for being made to cry in bed... Other times, seeing their women crying was either distressed or had a big head.

"Huanhuan," he didn't care about his burning desire, he pulled over the quilt and wrapped her body in an embarrassing way, no longer completely exposed to his sight, and then reached out and wiped her tears with his fingers, wanting to coax Persuaded but couldn't think of anything useful for a while, so I could only lower my head and kiss her wet face, and said hoarsely, "I'm sorry, it's me."

She didn't cry, but tears flowed steadily, as if she was aggrieved.

Mo Shiqian really took the woman's tears away, "Don't do it, Huanhuan, don't cry, you don't want us to do it, eh? Don't keep crying."

Her long eyelashes were covered with tears, her eyes looked at the ceiling, the tears were still wet, and she looked pitiful and pale, and said quietly, "Mo Shiqian, do you only love my body and not me at all? this person."

Mo Shiqian, "..."

His head is too big to explode.

"No, I love you," his deep voice was very anxious, and he kept kissing her on the cheek, and explained in a mute voice, "I was obsessed with my heart just now, I haven't held it for a long time... Don't cry."

Chi Huan's eyes converged, and he looked at him blankly, "Don't take it as an example, you promise?"

Mo Shiqian, "..."

He stared at her for a few seconds. The tears that were still resentful just now hung on her eyelashes like dry drops of water. The man finally reacted, squinting his eyes, and said deeply and dangerously, "Chi Huan, did you deliberately?"

This woman pretended to cry with him.

It was really a queen-level acting skill. Tears changed as soon as it changed. The expression was enough to be fake and true. He really thought she was sad.

Chi Huan pushed him away and sat up, holding the quilt firmly in his hands to prevent him from going out. His lips stretched a little, but he just didn't smile, "I want to get dressed and go out."

Mo Shiqian, "..."

He pursed his thin lips and stared at her blankly.

Chi Huan looked at his seemingly scary expression, and said faintly, "Do you think your overlord insists on being reasonable?" She straightened her long hair with her fingers, "You really are I'm used to having no three-point view and no bottom line. I am your woman, so I really have an obligation to feed you anytime and anywhere?"

Mo Shiqian, "..."

"You said to yourself, will you stop if I don't cry in your posture just now?"

Mo Shiqian, "..."

Chi Huan waved his hand, "Go out to reflect on my own, I don't bother to fight with you."

Mo Shiqian, "..."

He slammed into the muzzle, saying what was wrong, what was wrong, what was more wrong, usually this kind of thing, she mostly got rid of it, this time she was in anger, and now a fire has been added, and the fire is even more intense. Prosperous.

Looking at her dull face, Mo Shiqian got up, and after standing at the end of the bed for a while, he said in a low voice, "I'll set the dining room, and we will go after you get dressed and washed. eat."

She hummed slightly.

"..."

The man didn't make a sound anymore, turned around and took the door to go out. Chi Huan raised his eyes and glanced down. The tall figure was still quite lonely.

Only then did Chi Huan get up and put on clothes, and looked down. Although he only kissed for a while, a bright red hickey had been chewed on her collarbone.

After she was dressed, she found out that Mo Shiqian picked her the most ladylike outfit in her suitcase. The color was pure, taro-purple sweater and light gray skirt. She went back to the bathroom and put on a light makeup that matched her clothes. Long hair, she just went out.

The man stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with a half-burning cigarette between his lips. She did make-up just now, and it did take a while. The smoke was curled up, and the color of blue and white was very pale, which made his handsome profile look hazy. Vague, adding a bit of mysterious sexy.

He probably heard the sound of opening the door. As soon as she came out, he immediately looked at her sideways and squeezed out the cigarette butt, then walked away from her with his long legs and looked down at her face when he came to her. "Can I go to dinner?"

"Is it far? I'm very hungry and didn't eat anything at noon."

"Nearby."

She nodded, went to the sofa to pick up her bag, and walked ahead by herself.

Mo Shiqian looked at her back, pursed his thin lips, and quickly moved away from his long legs to follow her.

In the corridor, he walked behind and was responsible for closing the door.

The corridor was still very quiet, the carpet was soft, and there was no sound when high heels stepped on it, but she still felt the man behind her approaching clearly somehow, until her hand was held by him.

Chi Huan glanced down and didn't make any response. Since he didn't take his hand out, he didn't show any intimacy.

Entering the elevator, there are still only the two of them.

Mo Shiqian tilted his head and lowered his head, staring at her quiet face, and he rarely spoke out, "Huanhuan."

She raised her head and glanced at him, "What?"

He sighed lowly, "Are you planning to ignore me these days?"

Chi Huan looked up at him, then looked down at the hands held by the two of them, and then raised them up, "Your understanding of Irrelevance seems to be very different from mine?"

If you eat with him and ask him to hold hands, it is also called to ignore him?

Mo Shiqian, "..."

She really didn't count as ignoring him. After all, she would still take care of him. She would eat meals together and hold her hands, although it seemed that she didn't intend to let him touch him.

But she was cold.

Chi Huan’s temperament is seldom so cold. When he suddenly came, especially when he hadn’t seen each other for a long time, he was not used to it and it was difficult to adapt, like countless bugs gnawing his heart. It's not too painful, but it's pervasive and uncomfortable.

The usual topic of the two people has always been Chi Huan. She finds a conversation with him, is responsible for the warm atmosphere, and makes their atmosphere sweet and sticky. Chi Huan has already analyzed and assigned their personalities and positioning to each other.

He is responsible for internal stability and security, while she is responsible for the love of love.

The man raised his hand to hug her, put his chin on her shoulder, and whispered in her ear, "I will never eat alone with other women next time, and I won't lie to you again."

She tilted her head to look at him. The distance between her face and her face was very close, and she could feel each other's breathing when they were close.

"Do I still look angry?"

He raised her chin with his fingers, stared at her with deep eyes, and said dumbly, "If you are not angry, smile."

"You read that right, I'm still very angry."

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