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

In this posture, Wen Yi couldn't see the expression on his face, and didn't know what he was going to do. Some senses were so unconsciously magnified. This time she had no room for struggle.

Mo Shichen asked her twice on the sofa, and there was another fierce struggle and suppression during the intermission. In the end, Wen Ye's physical strength was far less than that of the man, so he gave up.

After she was "behaved", Mo Shichen finally felt that the space on the sofa was not convenient for her to use. He untied the straps that trapped her hands, then hugged her horizontally and returned to the double bed in the bedroom. Go up, kiss without a destination.

He likes her skin very much. It is fair and soft, has a very good touch, and is strong, and it is easy to leave marks. Seeing those shallow silt with uneven depth, he has a kind of morbid desire to be enchanted. With temperament, she burned this trace all over her body.

The night was sinking, muddled.

In the second half of the night, Wen Ye's mind seemed to have only the chaos of the beginning of the world, no more content, and completely reduced to a captive of desire. Not only was he unable to struggle and resist, he could only listen to what he heard. Bewitched and whispered, listen to what he said, and do what he said.

It's like countless nights a long time ago.

In addition to her skin, he also liked her legs, slender and straight, wrapped around his waist, like vines and trees, interdependent and intimate.

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The next morning, Wen Yi heard the sound of waves that she had been familiar with in recent days, and then her consciousness slowly returned to her mind.

The whole body is sore and limp, as if the bones of the whole body are more than disassembled and reorganized.

She looked at the ceiling above her head and blinked with her eyes closed. Before she could get over, she had already smelled the man's smell in the air, and for most of the night she had been fighting, and there was still no dispersal in the air. Exhausted passion and desire.

She was dumbfounded and suddenly turned her head, and the handsome face of the man clearly jumped into her field of vision.

Even what happened last night also flooded into her mind, Wen Yi was angrily furious, without hesitation for half a second, sat up, and directly pushed the man lying beside him under the bed. Push.

She didn't have any strength, the back of her hand was burned, her wrist was tied with a man's belt for a long time, and she was squeezed all night.

Mo Shichen could not be pushed out of the bed, but was awakened by her.

He opened his eyes a little embarrassedly, and when he saw her face clearly, he was visibly stunned for two seconds, but there were not many different colors on the face, and he wanted to be very receptive, and he did not have the emotions of a woman.

Wen Yi looked at him in such a lazy and slow manner. Her chest rose and fell violently. After adjusting her breathing several times, she uttered a complete line, extremely indifferent, "Go away."

The man still sat up, lifted the quilt in her cold eyes that could form ice skates and got out of the bed.

It was crazy all night. At this time, the two of them were not covered in strands. Wen Yi watched him get out of bed naked, and his anger became more intense, but she turned over and over again except for one word, she didn't want to say a word extra.

He looked at her with her bare shoulders, her messy and not-so-serious short hair, and the thin red on her face, and a long smile slowly drawn from the corners of her lips. His voice was hoarse, "Is it angry?"

Wen Yi looked at him blankly.

She was really tired, her body was tossed over and over by the man all night, tiredness, anger, and another turbulent and unspeakable emotion wrapped her, making her whole body tired, just wanting this man to disappear In her own sight, then she fell down, closing her eyes and sleeping without thinking of anything.

He lowered his eyes and met her eyes, his lips pursed with a deeper smile, "Are you too worried about the feeling of high tides under me, so you only stimulate me several times?"

Mo Shichen found that he really loved looking at women who were flushed with anger, and continued to smile deeply, pulling on thin lips, "Your performance in bed is much better than I expected, not as good as it seems. Boring and stereotyped, I don't know if it was born fake and serious, or it was well developed by training?"

Wen Yi didn't have the strength to settle accounts with him, but this man always had the ability to give her the power of anger. After all, she could not hold it back, regardless of her undressed body will be exposed to his sight after getting out of the quilt. , Climbed over and got up and slapped his hand with a slap on his face. "You won't get out of my sight again within a minute. I promise to have someone break your leg today."

She slapped his face a little bit, Mo Shichen raised his hand and touched it, and smiled nonchalantly, his eyes swept over her without any convergence, "If you want it next time, you can tell directly. I, can't make a roundabout, eh?"

When the words fell, his gaze stagnated for a few seconds on the red patch of her hand, and his eyes darkened a few degrees.

Wen Yi still wanted to beat him, but the man had turned around and walked out the door without looking back.

Having been on the sofa for a long time last night, his clothes were naturally scattered in the living room.

When Mo Shichen went out, he was already neatly dressed, his clothes topped, and he could no longer see his aggressive posture. When he was about to get to the elevator, he met Aleb who was coming.

The two stopped at the same time.

Mo Shichen squinted his eyes, lifted the corners of his lips, and said quietly, "Miss Wen of your family accidentally burned her hands with tea last night, and she was slightly burnt. Later, when she asks for breakfast, you remember to wear the scald cream. Send it in to her together."

"last night?"

He explained ambiguously, "She just woke up for a while, and it's about to make up for sleep. I'll talk about it later."

Aleb didn't speak, Mo Shichen brushed his side and went straight into the elevator.

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Wen Yi did exactly what the man said, after he left the suite, her tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and she fell back weakly on the double bed.

The air was still ambiguous and humid afterwards, and the waves outside the window made this huge room even more silent.

She was lying on the white mattress and looking at the same white ceiling, the thin red on her face gradually faded into a quiet white.

She heard her own breathing, as if the world only had her own breathing.

No more feelings of love, hatred, and resentment, the memories or reality are so clear that she sees it in her own mind, but she seems to be watching other people's stories.

Wen Yi originally wanted to go back to Paris directly, but his bones were too sore, soft, and painful. At this time, traveling long distances was nothing short of a crime.

She slept during the day and didn’t get up until the night. She went to the shower in the bathroom and washed it with hot water for half an hour. Then she found her clothes and put on them, ready to eat, and wait for her If you have enough energy, then you will find Mo Shiqian to settle the account.

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