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

Wen Yi saw his eyes stained with a thin layer of blood, and his heart tightened. She felt that if this man hadn't been tied up, he would definitely kiss him back as fast as possible without hesitation.

But this was the case, she was still a little bit jealous because of the dark red blood under his eyes.

However, this fear only passed for a moment, and was quickly suppressed by her.

What was she afraid of him? He was already tied up. Even if he could settle the account... He couldn't do anything to her. Thinking about this, Wen Yi felt more confident.

She deliberately leaned in front of him, so close as if she wanted to kiss him at any time, even if she was touching, but she didn't kiss anymore, only the breath blew through his nose, and there was a curling smile, crisp. It was like beads knocking down on his heart, "Is there, I just feel I can't breathe from being kissed by you."

She intentionally or unintentionally came close, and he even intentionally or unintentionally wanted to kiss her again, but the woman’s soft lips were always like feathers, scratching it, but he refused to stay, forcing his breathing to become heavier and heavier. , "I kissed you so many times, why don't I know you can't change your breath?"

"Suddenly not."

"I teach you."

The woman's face was clearly smiling, but she pretended to sigh, "I don't want to be taught by you. You just taught me to tie a knot, but I think I am stupid."

Mo Shichen, "..."

He closed his eyes, tried to suppress the floating heat with reason, and said in a low voice, "Baby, you are really not kind, I didn't torture you that night..."

Wen Yi's smile was mixed with chills, "You didn't torture me?"

"I just remember that whether you made me focus or hurry up, I did."

She sneered, "I told you to stop and you did it?"

He stared at her for a while, and said in a husky voice, "You can toss me, but don't forget what you promised me."

Wen Yi leaned over, his lips fell on his cheeks, and pressed against his skin vaguely, "I haven't forgotten it."

She raised her hand and touched his collarbone again, her face pressed against his beating heart, and said with emotion, "You man, why do you have such a beautiful collarbone?"

Mo Shichen has entered a new round of calmness, still faintly hoarse, "Do you still like to touch your abdominal muscles? Feel enough."

She looked up, "How do you know?"

He glanced down at her, "Guess, every time."

Wen Yi, "..."

She chuckled, "I see other men are blessed at your age," she said as she really touched the evenly distributed muscles of her abdomen, quite satisfied, "I am strictly managing my figure. At this point, most men are not conscious of women."

Mo Shichen lightly sneered, "You are such an obsession, I don't think you can do it without enlightenment."

She raised her head, "I look?"

The man looked at her face in silence for a while, and said sensibly, "It's me."

Mo Shichen's nerves tightened.

She raised her head to look at him, her eyes opened, and asked softly, "Do you really want me to kiss him?"

The man asked hoarsely, "Have you ever kissed?"

She stretched her voice, "I don't want to tell you."

Mo Shichen, "..."

"Yes, I want you to kiss it."

Wen Yi smiled while holding his cheeks. The short hair that usually seemed shrewd and capable at this time only had the indescribable taste of playfulness and some hidden cunning, "Is it good?"

"Have."

"Oh?"

"I will give you a holiday for these three months."

She smiled, "Why?"

He looked at her face deeply, with a hoarse voice, "Although there are servants who clean carefully at home, there is no shortage or a lot of things, but in the garden, except for the trees that have grown for dozens of hundreds of years, they are dead grass. It looks very desolate. , I don’t have time to take care of this, and the decoration doesn’t need to be changed, but some things are still outdated...This home is deserted and needs the hostess to tidy up."

She fingered the corners of his trousers, "Speaking of which, didn't I just change from working for your company to working for your family? I will be my Vice President Wen and pay a good salary."

"I thought you wanted to stay at home and have a taste of being a full-time wife."

Wen Yi was stunned, and the smile on his face disappeared, "Where did you know this kind of thing eight hundred years ago?"

Her mother? Her brother? Mo Shiqian?

She herself would have forgotten such things.

He continued faintly, "There is no salary for you, but all my money is yours."

Wen Yi laughed, that smile was not just the same, lazy, and a bit of a distant sigh, "But I have been learning how to be Vice President Wen for the past ten years, and I am used to being Vice President Wen. I don’t even know full time. What should my wife do."

The man's voice was gentle and bewitching, "Then do nothing. As long as Mrs. Mo is happy, you can also be an expensive wife with nothing to do."

Wen Yi looked at him and said with a light smile, "You can really coax women."

He curled his lips, "If you want to chase you, you have to understand you."

"But how do you know I still think?"

"I also think that if you don't work for a while, you will feel itchy bones, but..." His eyes were as deep as the sea, as if he was going to drown her for a lifetime, but his voice was indifferent to it, "You left because of me." This way, if you are destined to lose your dreams and love when you were young, then I will always let you taste what you want, so that you once loved me."

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