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

She did not answer, because the man did not give her a chance to answer. After saying a word, he kissed her lips heavily. The posture was so fierce that even the less sober Wen Yi felt that he was going to be swallowed by a man. .

I subconsciously wanted to push him away, but I didn't have the strength to make a sound. I could only make broken syllables that were so fuzzy that I couldn't distinguish them.

Mo Shichen has never been driven by such turbulent passions. Even the last night, his reason still prevailed, but now he seems to have no reason anymore. He just wants to immediately, immediately, not even a second. Occupy her for delay.

Wen Yi was drunk, unconscious, and slow to move. She didn't even know the pants were taken off. After she realized she felt the coolness in the air, and her body had been completely penetrated.

She whispered unconsciously, not knowing whether it was comfortable or painful.

There was also a short syllable from the man’s throat. It was so satisfying and refreshing that he couldn’t restrain it, but he quickly pressed it back, leaving only the heavy breathing with a mess of beats. .

He entered very smoothly, maybe it was his finger that wandered on her body intentionally or unintentionally when he was kissing, and easily pulled her out of emotional reaction.

Mo Shichen went to kiss her lips again. After a long time, it was not enough. The collision under her body was uncontrollable and fierce, and she quickly caused her to scream, and the sound of spring love fell on the man. In his ears, more desires were accumulated, and the cycle became more and more crazy.

The dense collision almost hit the deepest point again and again. Wen Yi's head almost hit the bedside several times, but he was quickly pulled back under him by the man.

The light in the bedroom is on, the light is very bright, almost filling every corner.

Mo Shichen's forehead was covered with this fine sweat, and his breathing was adjusted by him after the initial disorder. Although it was a bit rapid, it appeared even, and this even matched his handsome face, with an abnormal calmness.

He narrowed his eyes and stared at him with scorching hot eyes, lost in this tide of pleasure, his little blushing face.

Her clothes are messy, buttons and bras are all untied and pushed up, but they are not removed, and this half-concealed visually, adds a bit of inexplicable charm, two His slender fingers were clutching the sheets under him, and the knuckles turned white.

Her short black hair was wet with sweat, and a few strands of hair stick sticky to her forehead.

She took him without resistance, did not conceal her enjoyment, how reserved she was on weekdays, and how turbulent at this time.

Mo Shichen lowered his head again, bit her ear, and asked hoarsely, "Do you like it? Wen Yi, do you like me doing this to you?"

She looped around his neck and kissed his chin and Adam's apple indiscriminately, without saying, "Like...like it, slow down..."

He ignored her request, instead he intensified against the point where she reacted the most, forcing her to cry one after another, and her white feet were stretched straight.

After the first time, she curled up and didn't know if she was asleep or exhausted. Half of her face was buried in the soft mattress, and she hugged the corner of the pillow, which seemed to make her feel safe. The white skin was now Covered with a pink crimson.

Mo Shichen also got a lot of satisfaction after his release. He lay down beside her and hugged her waist, looked down at her and closed her eyes, wondering if there was a woman asleep, and touched her with her fingers. With soft cheeks, he finally thought about the question he had been thinking about just now.

No one recognizes this woman when she drinks some wine, she's unprepared and has no morals... If it wasn't that he was another man who sent her back tonight, would she also look like this?

Thinking of this problem, he felt extremely uncomfortable.

He didn't expect her to guard him like a jade for the past five years. After all, he was "dead". According to her, she didn't love him anymore. He really had something to do with a man. He had no stand to blame her.

But... not having a stand does not mean that he cannot be unhappy.

He thinks about that she just drank a little wine and flirted with men everywhere...

Wen Yi was a little drowsy because of alcohol. After exercising, she became even more tired. She soon fell into a shallow sleep. It wasn't until a sharp pain hit her jaw that she suddenly opened her eyes and looked confused. Looking at the handsome face in front of him.

Her vision was a little fuzzy because she just opened her eyes, but even so, she still vaguely felt the anger oppressing the top of her head. She was dissatisfied and wanted to break his hand, but it was useless, "It hurts..."

"Wen Yi."

"You let go!"

"Was it comfortable just now?"

"..."

He frowned. "Speak."

She curled her face and made it clear that she didn't want to talk to him.

Mo Shichen was a little amused. He didn't know how to tell that she thought he had pinched her chin, so she played her temper and put on a look of ignoring him. His eyes darkened, and his fingers were still loosened, Yin Yin Shen asked, "Tell me, can you just roll into bed with any man with a drink?"

The woman is righteous and confident, "Be good-looking."

Mo Shichen, "..."

He choked on his chest with a breath, and he couldn't get it out for a full minute.

He wanted to make this woman's face into a dough.

He also wanted to ask her how many times she had drunk and which nice-looking men she had met, but reason told him not to ask. This kind of consideration was the same as Chi Huan’s original thoughts. These years belonged to her. She has the right to be nice to other men.

But really hearing this kind of answer has no effect other than adding a block.

It's better not to ask.

In the end, his face had a deep chill, and he had suppressed the ambiguous heating in the room. After a minute, he said slowly, "Do you know who I am, eh? "

She looked at him blankly.

He is going to strangle her.

Just when Mo Shichen was about to pinch the woman's neck to vent her hatred, she asked in confusion, "Aren't you dead?"

"..."

He said coldly, "You miss me, and you are having a spring dream."

She gave a long cry.

Mo Shichen stared at her slightly-opened red lips, and a high-spirited reaction came under her body. Her breath was sinking, and she was about to clean up the female pervert again. She suddenly raised her hand and pointed her fingertips up. Up his handsome face.

He didn't move at once.

"I didn't miss you either..." She sighed slightly, looking helplessly, "Maybe it's been too long without a man... It is inevitable that there is some need. When I look back, I will find someone to relieve it. I should not dream of you. Up."

Mo Shichen, "..."

He has calmed down, but wants to see what more annoying things this woman can say, and he will clean up together tonight.

She stared at him for a long time, and then she spoke again, seemingly sad, "I seem to dream that you are coming back to life..."

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