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

Mo Shichen, "..."

He held the steering wheel tightly with his fingers, and it took him a long time to accept this fact. He stretched out a hand and touched her face to wipe her tears. His voice was also low, "Don't cry. I'm driving you so troublesome and easy to have a car accident..."

"go away!"

The woman's hand pushed her away before she finished speaking.

Mo Shichen, "..."

He thought about it for a minute, and then gave up coaxing her. He couldn't tell so much attention when driving, let alone coaxing a delirious drunk cat.

The car stopped in front of the apartment building, and when she got out of the car, she made a fuss about not cooperating. Mo Shichen really didn't have so many good-tempered talks with her, his face was stern, cold and fierce.

He had already discovered that the drunk Wen Yi was completely different from when he was awake. The more he coaxed her, the more enthusiasm he raised his nose and eyes, staring at her fiercely, and soon he dared not say anything.

Bullying and fearing hardship, he looks like a bear kid.

When she calmed down and stopped making trouble, he personally took her out of the car again, and saw her pouting her mouth to be aggrieved. He couldn't help but feel amused. There were still tears on the eyelashes.

Just now when he was hugged by the woman whose name he didn’t even remember in the bar, he was still thinking that he had seen Qian Rui’s tears many times, and this woman who didn’t know what to do with him saw him again after five years. Uncontrollable tears were dim, and suddenly lost, only Wen Yi——

From the first side of the fight, he looked calm, sober and arrogant, and he wanted to step on him. Where did he feel like a husband and wife, even if he was a husband and wife, he was not even a little moved to see his dead husband.

He also wondered if this woman would look like weeping, but in a blink of an eye she saw her grieving sobbing.

His crying made him a headache.

Holding all the way to the door, he lowered his head to the woman in his arms and said, "What's the password?"

When he became so drunk, how could she tell him the password of his house, Mo Shichen asked three times without getting the answer, and decisively gave up looking for another way, and directly called Mother Wen.

After a few short words, Mother Wen told her the password, and then asked, "Is Yi'er very drunk?" After asking, she thought again that she didn't remember the password of the house. It was probably too drunk. Qing, so he said again, "Do you want me to take care of it?"

Mo Shichen raised his eyelids and smiled gently, "I will take care of her."

Mother Wen didn't speak for a while, and if there was a seemingly non-existent sigh over there, she didn't say much in the end, only instructing Wen Yi to pay attention to things that she should pay attention to after being drunk.

Mo Shichen answered in a low voice very patiently, "I understand."

He opened the door, entered the house, and Wen Yi was not put down. The light was turned on all the way. Until he found the bedroom, Mo Shichen put the woman in his arms into the mattress and followed him up. The volley pressed above her.

He looked at her with her somewhat nasty eyelashes and her dry face, fingers pinched her chin, the heat from her breathing was gushing onto her face, itching so much that she couldn't help but want to avoid her face. But it was unable to match the strength of a man, so he looked at him with wide eyes.

When his eyes met, Mo Shichen's heart shook slightly unexpectedly.

She had never looked at him carefully with such eyes, the usual gaze was not cold and indifferent, or mocking, and at best it was as plain as a lake.

It was all hostile, alienated, and indifferent, none of which showed her dislike for him.

At this time, there was neither indifferent ridicule nor lazy or indifferent estrangement in these eyes. They seemed to be very focused, but they were gradually covered with a mist of confusion.

Mo Shichen's eyes grew darker and darker, but her red lips rose up, and she let out a low sigh, "You look so beautiful."

"..."

He raised his eyebrows and looked at the woman trapped under him.

Wen Yi guessed that he really loved his face. Maybe if one day she lost her memory like Mo Shichen and didn’t remember him, she would still feel like... Hey, this man is long. It really fits her mind and aesthetics.

Being drunk caused her to fall into fragmentary "amnesia".

She raised her hand and touched his face, and after a while, she said quite contentedly, "I don't care about you and me..." The woman's ending was drawn very long, she was lazy when she was awake, and when she was drunk. Presents the usual charming, "but..."

He saw her blinking her eyes, showing a little bit shy and rascal, and her red lips tempted him to spit out a sentence even more unexpected, "I want to take a little bit of advantage..."

Mo Shichen raised his eyebrows high.

Before he could finish digesting these words, the soft lips pressed on.

When I first saw her at the bar tonight, the idea of ​​sleeping her came out clearly and decisively.

He is not a decent gentleman, not to mention that after Jiang Cheng that night, he has a bit of savoury taste, always thinking about her taste, and recently offered her courtesy, except that he did as he said to her personally, fearing that he would regret it after recovering his memory. His wife was gone, so after making an objective judgment, he felt the right choice, intending to bring his life back on track.

But the more direct idea is to sleep with her again.

Wen Yifu has long white legs and soft body. He fits well with him in bed matters. What's more, he loves to watch her usual restraint and calmness. After being defeated, he surrounds him softly begging for mercy, and easily hooks him out of his bones. The inferiority, conquered fiercely, devastated fiercely.

Physical and mental pleasure.

He had planned to seduce him while he was drunk, but before he started to seduce...she seduced him first.

There are too many women who have seduced him, and they basically make him feel dull. This is the first time, at least in his existing memory, he feels... very interesting for the first time.

Mo Shichen laughed lowly, lowered his head and approached her with almost a thin sheet of paper, his voice dull and sexy, "What do you want to take advantage of me?"

As soon as he got closer, she seemed to have delivered the coveted food to her lips, and opened her mouth to cover the man's thin lips without hesitation.

The tip of her tongue painted his lips carefully and patiently, licking it wet again, and then poking in again, entangled with the tongue that greeted her, and the ambiguity of entanglement of lips and tongue soon sounded in the bedroom sound.

One kiss is superb, the other is ignorant and without taboos. After kissing like this, I don’t know how long. After the end, Mo Shichen who is still reminiscing about the taste of this deep kiss, her ears are blown by the breath of a woman, and then she listens to her He whispered in his ear, "You taste better than it looks."

Mo Shichen felt that the blood in his whole body was boiling in an instant, even if he took a spring medicine, he would not have such a strong and menacing desire in such a short period of time.

His eyes were red, his fingers pinched her chin harder, and his voice became even more hoarse. He said every word, "Wen Yi, you are hooking me, huh?"

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