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

After all, before Chi Huan could react, he had already covered his thin white ears and covered it with his soft tongue.

In an instant, Chi Huan felt that her nerves had blown up and her brain was blank.

"Mo Shiqian..."

Besides calling his name, she didn't know what else she could do or say.

The man deliberately breathed into her ears, and said in a low voice, "Chi Huan, let's try what happened that night again, okay?"

Three words, good or not, with three-point **** charm, three-point gentle strength, and four-point primitive desire.

Chi Huan could not think calmly, nor could he say a complete sentence, even subconsciously following his words...

What happened that night.

"You were also very comfortable later, didn't you? Let's try again...huh?"

In fact, she doesn't have any strong willpower anymore, she just refused instinctively, "No...no, Mo Shiqian, refused to take it."

Such a soft rejection even with a coquettish trace was not a deterrent to a man, and the hot kiss spread along her white neck to her collarbone.

Still going down.

The softness of the snow color was squeezed by fingers that were darker than her skin color. Chi Huan was a little panicked, but for a moment she didn't know how to stop him, until her legs were pounded hard by hard things through the thin cloth. He suddenly awoke with a sound.

In just a few minutes, she was kissed and her territory was lost.

As soon as this thought came out, Chi Huan desperately wanted to hide, but when he rolled aside, he rolled off the sofa.

Her shoulders and head also hit the coffee table in front, and the dull pain hit her unexpectedly. The pain made her gasp. Regardless of the fact that she was almost taken advantage of, she burst into tears.

The delicacy dissipated, leaving only the disheveled woman sitting on the ground awkwardly, pressing her hands on her shoulders, bending her knees, hugging herself and crying.

This change came so quickly, it took a few seconds for the man to react, and he immediately reached out to lift her from the carpet.

At this time, Chi Huan was angry and aggrieved. Why would he be willing to hold him, with tears in his eyes, just staring at him like this.

Mo Shiqian still forcibly hugged her up, put her back on the sofa, his voice was low and tense, staring at her tears, "Where did I hit?"

There were no pillows on his sofa. She wanted to smash something and he couldn't find anything to smash. She sobbed and cursed, "Don't come here, you are a badass with unpredictable intentions."

She lost her temper, was angry with him, and was angry with herself.

Mo Shiqian's brows furrowed tighter, and his voice became a little heavy, "Ask where did you hit?"

Although he is handsome, but his face is very cold, people who don't know him will unconsciously feel a little fear when they look at him. At this time, his tone is slightly heavy and even more frightening.

Chi Huan felt that he was violent at her.

She was wronged, and after she was bullied, she hit the coffee table again. Not only did she not comfort her, she also had a fierce face. This grievance quickly broke the embankment, and her tears flowed more and more, but the crying was stopped.

In fact, it is hard to imagine that Chi Huan, a woman with no forbearance in her character, would cry without voice.

To shed tears without making a sound is the most pitiful.

She lowered her head to tidy up her clothes, tears falling on it, showing a circle of water stains.

"Sorry," Mo Shiqian naturally reacted to her now full of grievances when she saw her. He leaned over and crouched in front of her, lowered his voice and slowed down, "It's me who is wrong, don't cry."

How could a woman really stop crying because you said don't cry, she would only cry harder.

He asked again, "Where it hurts, tell me."

Seeing that she just shed tears and did not answer his words, Mo Shiqian was not annoyed. He stretched out his arm and pulled two pieces of paper out of the paper box. He raised his hand to wipe her tears.

"Don't you wipe it."

She was not allowed, and the man's movements didn't even stop for the slightest. He probably didn't wipe the tears for the woman, but with a bit of stiff tenderness, he asked in a low voice, "Is it because it hurts to cry, or because I kissed you?"

"What is your kiss?"

The clothes were almost stripped, and he almost took off his pants. He even dared to say that it was a kiss.

Mo Shiqian looked up at her, and after a few seconds, "I only planned to kiss."

She stared at him, her chest still undulating.

"I can't help myself, sorry."

"Sorry? Are you sincere? If I didn't fall, would you stop?"

The man bowed his head slightly and was silent for a while.

If she didn’t fall, would he stop--

This question, um... hard to tell.

Of course Chi Huan understands what silence means.

He couldn't even refute, even if it was against his will!

Seeing her not speaking, Mo Shiqian sat back next to her, frowned, his voice low and deep, "Does it still hurt?"

The voice seemed soft in a trance.

Hearing his question, she unconsciously touched her back and then her head, and muffled, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

It was so painful that the moment I ran into it, and it didn't feel much anymore.

The man leaned closer, "Let me see."

I was almost caught by him just now...Chi Huan naturally wouldn't let him come close now, "You stay away."

"I just watch, don't touch, eh?"

Chi Huan looked at his handsome face, "Mo Shiqian, the last time it was because you took the medicine...I also believe that you were affected by the medicine, so I won't let you go to jail," she paused and continued. "If you continue to force you regardless of my wishes, I will really send you to jail. Anyway, Mo Xigu and I have completely blown it out."

"Well," he replied casually, as if he didn't care, and said in a low voice, "Can I see it?"

She looked at him for a while, then raised her hand to lift her long hair, and showed him the place where her shoulder hit the coffee table, "Let's see if it's blue or swollen."

She fluttered her hair, and she could clearly see the bruise on her neck.

Mo Shiqian's pretty brow furrowed thickly, and then stood up.

At first, Chi Huan didn't know what he wanted to do, until after a while he saw him fold back with a medicine box, picked up a stick of ointment, and skillfully rubbed the medicine for her.

Refreshing and cool to the touch, very comfortable.

Chi Huan bent her knees and leaned her chin on it. He was so annoyed, but now it seemed that everything disappeared.

She didn't realize that his face seemed very unpleasant until he finished applying the medicine.

Mo Shiqian, this man, rarely sees when he is happy, but Chi Huan rarely sees when he is unhappy. He is indifferent and restrained, as if there is nothing to be happy or unhappy about.

But this is not pleasant--

Chi Huan always felt that it made him look a little alienated and terrifying.

She secretly looked at him for a long time before pursing her blush lips, "Mo Shiqian, are you unhappy?"

"Ok?"

She hesitated for a moment, or asked, "I wouldn't give it to you...Are you upset?"

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