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

Wen Yi was directly hugged by him. She didn't expect it, she screamed lowly, and she wrapped her arms around the man's neck in shock, "Mo Shichen!"

Mo Shichen hugged her and walked into the bathroom, looked down at her, smiled, and uttered three words, "Wash together."

She opened her eyes wide, struggling to get down.

"If you think it won't hurt to fall down with the carpet, just let it go."

"..."

"You dare to throw me a try!"

Compared with her, the man's emotions are like a stable emotion, without any fluctuations. "Don't dare," he raised his eyebrows while looking at her angry face, "but I won't let you down either.

Mo Shichen hugged her to the bathroom before letting her down. The woman's feet fell on the ground. He clamped her waist with one hand and pressed the woman in his arms while the other hand closed the bathroom door.

Then she dragged her to the shower, and flipped the switch with one hand.

The warm water poured straight down from the top of the head like rain.

The man's movements were too fast, and Wen Yi was caught off guard by the drenching and screamed again.

Her hair and clothes were quickly wetted by water. Of course, Mo Shichen was not spared. Their short hair and one medium and short hair were quickly drenched with water, and their eyes flowed into their eyes. The water and the sweltering heat that soon rose blurred.

Wen Yi was embarrassed and her clothes were all attached to her body. Annoyed, she kicked at the man. Unfortunately, although the kick was a hit, her attack power was low enough to ignore.

The only thing was that she kicked this kick angrily. The result might be because the floor was slippery. When she kicked out, she didn't stand on her other foot, and her body tilted to the side without any warning.

Mo Shichen's expression finally changed slightly. He stretched out his hand to help her, but he was still a step too late. If he fell off his head or upper body which part would directly hit the bathtub, he couldn't help it. Within a few seconds of the light of the calcium carbide Holding her decisively and quickly turned over.

The two fell into a bathtub already filled with two-thirds of hot water--

After Wen Yi came in, he put water in before going back to the bedroom to get clothes.

With a "bang", the water splashed heavily and onto the floor.

Wen Yi heard the man's extremely tolerant snoring, she was held by him during the fall, and she fell on him after falling.

Now Mo Shichen was finally embarrassed.

Wen Yi got up from him hurriedly after he was relieved, his whole body was soaked.

She held the edge of the porcelain-white bathtub with her hand and looked at the man sitting in the water. His body was stiff, his face was no longer idle and careless, and his eyes closed slightly, as if to endure something.

She rang the sound she heard after falling, and her heart was disturbed, "Hey, what's wrong with you?"

The man did not respond to her.

She reached out and tapped his kneecap, "Mo Shichen, are you okay?"

He let out a small moan in his throat, and then slowly opened his eyes, "Wen Yi," he frowned, and said slowly, "If my spine is injured, how can you be responsible for me? "

Wen Yi, "..."

Although with this man’s recent rogue style, he is very likely to be acting, but the sound just now made her heart lifted up, plus...how could it be to save her just now, or she was the one who threw a dog and ate her shit. Up.

Thinking about it this way, she felt a little embarrassed, and stretched out her hand to him, "You come out first, and I will pull you."

He glanced at her hand and looked at her again. His speech was still slow without any change, with a little difficulty, "I can't get up."

She spoke harshly, "Mo Shichen, don't pretend to me."

"It hurts." His thighs and waist and waist were soaked in the water. He lifted his soaked hands in the water very hard to put her soft hands, and took a breath, "Madam, I was not as good just now. Let you fall, at most break a piece of skin, and raise it. If my spine is injured...you can stay alive for another fifty years."

Wen Yi, "..."

She looked down at his place and said faintly, "Even if you have a spine injury and become useless, the place can still be used, but you really can only be **** by a woman forever."

Mo Shichen, "..."

He was about to speak, and Wen Yi said with a smile on his face again, "But, I don’t have any problem with occasionally calling me the master, but if you can never move...you can take me to your marriage funeral, but I can’t guarantee that I won’t go out to steal food.”

Mo Shichen, "..."

He stared at her with unclear eyes for a long time, "Madam, don't you say that I am your husband, how do you treat your benefactor?"

She grabbed his hand and tried to pull him up, but a man's weight could not be pulled up by her strength, "You come out quickly, believe it or not, I kick you?"

"Why don't I believe it, you never played?"

Wen Yi didn't want to talk nonsense with him, he had to pull him hard, but the result was not sure whether it was true or not. Not only did he not pull him up, but he heard his gasp gently.

She frowned and observed it. She didn't feel like she was pretending. She was a little panicked and said, "I will go down and ask someone to lift you."

Without waiting for his response, he hurriedly walked outside the bathroom door.

Mo Shichen looked at her back with wet body and hair, and said in a bad tone, "Are you going to run like this?"

She paused at the door, she didn't realize what he meant at first, until when she looked back at him, she followed his gaze and saw herself.

The clothes were sticking to the body, and the curves were exposed, and because of the pulling and struggling just now, the neckline went down, revealing the ups and downs of curves.

But it's not serious. After all, she is wearing a sweater, not a shirt or chiffon silk.

He held the bathtub in his hand and said faintly, "Go and call a bodyguard to come up, and by the way, call a private doctor... Change your clothes and get down, don't worry for a few minutes."

Wen Yi didn't answer his words, turned around and left. He only felt that he had suspected that this man was not doing a show just now, but now he basically didn't doubt it, and he changed his clothes specially without listening to him, so he took a windbreaker and wrapped it in casually. On himself, he ran out of the bathroom and went downstairs.

When the sound of her footsteps disappeared, Mo Shichen squeezed his eyebrows with a headache, held the bathtub with one hand, endured the dull pain caused by the bones on his back, and slowly got up from the bathtub.

After finally getting up, Wen Yi was not there, and his handsome face no longer had to hide, his brows were frowned, and his face showed slight whitening, but it was not so obvious under bright light.

The short black hair had been wet before, and the water ticking like dropped beads, running along the bridge of Ying's **** nose, then dripped down from the chin along the outline.

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