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

The voice was low and deep, and the emotions were all drawn into the depths, as if it was just a faint statement, but after all, it was still word by word, all stuck in her heart, like countless stones thrown into the original lake surface, wafting round and round. Water pattern.

Mo Shichen didn't make a sound, and even his original rapid and heavy breathing disappeared, and all the ambiguity settled down.

She lowered her head slightly, her fingers unconsciously clutching the bathrobe on his body, seemingly dazed by her absence.

He held his breath and slowly approached her, maintaining this thin distance. After more than ten seconds, she did not respond to it, so he pressed his thin lips once. Up.

Gradually touching, to a shallow kiss, and finally to a deep kiss.

One night spring supper.

In the end, she didn't even remember how she was so dazed by the man that she untied his tie.

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the next morning.

When Mo Shichen suddenly woke up in the dark and cold morning light, like this period of time, after waking up for half a minute, he would fall into the strangeness and silence that had not yet adapted.

It seemed that I had entered a deserted dream.

It was just that before he could react, the senses were keenly aware of the difference. He conditioned his head to look at it, and unexpectedly saw a woman's sleeping face.

She leaned on his shoulder, with a quiet face, white and soft, not cold and defenseless.

He just watched this for a while, and then stood up and got ready to get up, but suddenly his brain was hit by a sudden and unexpected dizziness, and he held his head in a quick response, but everything in front of him was still blurred.

He shook his head vigorously, instinctively wanting to restore the clarity of his vision in this way, but when he opened his eyes again, the scenery in front of him had changed.

It's like an unstable lens in a movie, intermittently and unclearly.

But he still saw himself in this picture, and also saw Wen Yi.

It was almost one morning like this. It was still this bedroom, and even the mattress was festive red. He woke up in the morning and found out that there was a woman lying next to him, just like him before, but frowned and frowned. The woman who was sharing the bed with her watched for a long time, her younger face had no joy or anger, she didn't know what she was thinking, and then she lifted the quilt and got ready to get up.

It was probably his movement that woke up the woman next to him, and then Wen Yi woke up. She also had short hair back then, but the whole person was much younger than now. Although she seemed calm at first glance, she just glanced at it. I could find her helpless and cramped, a pair of eyes stared at him closely, the bottom of her eyes was shame and expectation that could not be concealed, her cheeks were thinly red, and her lips were pressed for a few moments to open her mouth, but she might be too nervous. I was so nervous that I didn't even know what to say.

It's just that the man in the picture didn't pay attention to this, he just asked faintly after realizing that she was also awake, "Wake you up?"

She shook her head immediately, "No," she scratched her short hair, her voice was especially soft in the early morning, "I usually wake up at this time..."

He hummed, "Do you want to use the bathroom first? I'll go to the cloakroom and get the clothes."

"Okay... I hurry up."

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"Mo Shichen, Mo Shichen..."

The indistinct voice, suddenly far and near, seemed to be outside the picture, but it overlapped with the voice of the woman in the picture.

Mo Shichen's vision finally returned to normal and clear, and he saw the slightly worried brows of the woman in front of him.

Wen Yi.

He remembered that what had just appeared in his mind was the morning of their wedding night.

He didn't remember how he married her or how he developed afterwards, but he could clearly perceive his cold and calm mood in the picture.

He just thought about it lightly. It turns out that married life is like this. It's not sweet, but fortunately, this woman doesn't disgust him, so even if he isn't used to it, he is not disgusted.

As for her--

He didn't pay attention to the many obvious excitements or expectations.

Seeing his face eased, Wen Yi breathed a sigh of relief, "Are you uncomfortable?"

She didn't know how he was woken up just now, and she opened her eyes and saw that his face was pale, pressing her head with her hand seemed to be painful, like an acute attack, which shocked her.

Wen Yi frowned and called out, "Mo Shichen?"

He stared at her, and after a long time he asked in a husky voice, "Wake you up?"

She yawned and yawned, "Probably, every time I sleep with you, I have to lose half an hour."

He raised his hand to touch her head, his eyes gloomy, but he still carried the usual smile on his face, "If you don't get enough sleep, continue to sleep."

She lay back, "Going to work..."

"Didn't you tell me last night, I will give you a holiday."

She opened her eyes a little, "I can't say that I won't go, I still have work on my hands."

"It's okay to be late, no one dares to say that you are not."

"Okay, then I will continue to sleep."

Mo Shichen gave a hum, bowed his head and kissed her on the eyebrows.

Wen Yi felt that the man's eyes and face were not right this morning because he was uncomfortable?

I thought about it for a while, but this thought just passed by, maybe because I just woke up with a bad eye look... Although last night was not as bad as the two nights before, she didn’t fall asleep for a long time after the incident. Tossing and turning until the man was asleep, she slowly became drowsy.

Mo Shichen drove to the company after getting up, and before leaving, told the servants of the manor to take care of her.

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The driver of the car, Mo Shichen sat in the back seat, looking out the window in a daze.

He repeatedly recalled what Wen Yi saw in the picture.

Strange, really... so strange.

It was something he couldn't even imagine.

Before that, he could not even imagine what it would be like for Wen Yi to love a man. He felt that it should also be a faint and unobtrusive gesture, the little daughter's brows...

He once wondered if she really loved him as she said.

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At about nine o'clock in the morning, the servant of the manor followed his instructions and sent him a text message after Wen Yi got up, so Wen Yi received a call from the man after breakfast.

At that time, he was sitting in the office, with a signature pen in one hand, reviewing documents, and a cell phone in the other hand, talking to her. His voice was low and gentle, "Mrs. Mo, I want to eat the chef’s craftsmanship at noon. I'll bring it here, okay?"

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