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

Waiting for the pain to pass is impossible, Mo Shichen can only close his eyes, and then force himself to gradually adapt.

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When Wen Yi finished the phone call to find the bodyguard and returned to the master bedroom, she saw that the man who was supposed to be in the bathtub had already sat on the sofa. She was stunned, "You came out by yourself?"

Mo Shichen turned his head and looked at her, "Otherwise, it's a ghost?" He shifted his gaze, glanced at the bodyguard next to him, and said faintly, "It's all about you, go on."

The bodyguard bowed his head and walked out quietly.

Wen Yi walked towards him and asked suspiciously, "You... are all right."

"Wipe my hair."

His short black hair was still dripping, let alone his hair, the water on his body didn’t seem to be wiped off very much. He had already taken off his shirt before entering, and he should have taken off his trousers after she left. At this time, only a white bath towel was wrapped around his waist.

Wen Yi turned around to get the towel for wiping his hair, and when he walked to the bathroom door, he couldn't help but asked, "Did you...have your underwear changed?"

She started to see him come out again. She did wonder if the man was pretending to be, but after a second glance, he found that his sitting posture was not right and his back was straight, although he usually had a straight back regardless of whether he was standing or sitting. , But far less rigid than it is now.

And she felt that if it weren't serious, the man would probably be humming a rogue. There was a problem, but he didn't say anything.

The trousers are easy to take off, and it’s almost the same if you untie the belt...Underpants are a little troublesome, because it seems to need to bend over?

Mo Shichen raised his eyes, looked at her secretly, and uttered two words quietly, "No."

"..."

She glanced at his place again, turned quickly and swiftly, and walked into the bathroom, took a clean towel out, and was about to wipe it on his head, but the man turned his head and hid.

"what are you doing?"

"You go change your clothes first, don't catch a cold," he paused and said with a faint smile, "I'm still pointing you to take care of me next to my body."

"..."

She wiped his head twice with a towel like a puppy, and then threw the towel on his hand. "Even if your spine is injured, your hands should be able to move? Wipe yourself, get it. Everything is water."

After speaking, he went out of the bedroom door again, went to the cloakroom next door to casually change into loose clothes, and simply wiped his wet hair, and stopped dripping or wetting the clothes on his shoulders.

Finally, I found a pair of underwear for the man.

She will change him before the doctor arrives... just think about it...

Wen Yi took a deep breath, quickly adjusted his mentality, and returned to the bedroom with the cloth.

As soon as she entered the door, the man on the sofa looked at her.

She has changed her clothes. In order to be comfortable and loose, Wen Yi chose a three-quarter-sleeved **** pink thin knitted sweater, revealing her white and jade wrists. Below is the skirt that she put on when she bought it. It was wet before. His hair was wiped, and it fell half-wet on his shoulders.

When she walked towards him, there was something soft, purely feminine, and sexy.

Mo Shichen retracted his symbolic hand wiping his hair, staring at her darkly, and asked with a dumb smile, "Are you going to change my underwear?"

Wen Yi looked at the corners of his non-smiling lips, "Otherwise... I'll find a servant to change it for you?" She raised her eyebrows, "If you think the servant at home is too old, I can also find a bodyguard, anyway. It's all men, you shouldn't mind it either."

"It doesn't matter if you mind, but I would rather wear wet pants."

Wen Yi smiled slightly, "If you want me to change you, just shut up and talk less."

He was still smiling, then nodded.

Wen Yi reached out to him, "You have to stand up."

In fact, he should be leaning on the armrest of the sofa to support him to stand up, but Mo Shichen looked at the hand stretched out towards him, for a moment he was reluctant to refuse.

He held her soft as if boneless hands in his hands, forcibly mobilized his strength, and when the pain nerve was inevitably involved, he slowly stood up without any lines.

I just don't know whether it was intentional or excessive force. Wen Yi was pulled by his hand and rammed into his arms directly, with his cheek pressed against the man Chiguo's chest.

Hot hormones wrapped her olfactory nerves.

She was reflexively trying to avoid, but the man had let go of her.

Wen Yi's footsteps were slightly chaotic and took two steps back.

Mo Shichen lowered his head, his eyes were a little bit of research, and he smiled low, "Madam...you seem to be blushing, aren't you shy?"

Wen Yi, "..."

She raised her head and wanted to talk, but as soon as she raised her eyes, she saw the man's smiling deep eyes staring at her. There seemed to be something in those eyes, which could not be described or described in detail, but it was very nerve-racking.

She was flustered and short of breath uncontrollably for no reason.

It was nothing, at least she thought so, didn't she just change her pants, although she was a little embarrassed, but they were not only a couple in name, they only did intimate things last night.

But at this moment, her mind suddenly became confused for a few moments, squeezing the things in her hands, and did not come forward for a long time.

Mo Shichen stared at her for an instant, bringing all the subtle changes in her expression to the bottom of his eyes, and his low-alcohol voice reminded him with a smile, "Madam...you don't change it, the doctor will be there later."

She coughed twice and stretched out her hand to pull at the bathrobe around his waist.

But as soon as they were about to meet, they took them back.

The man raised his eyebrows and pulled it off neatly when he reached out.

He just pulled a bathrobe is still very simple.

Wen Yi seemed to be shocked suddenly, but he didn't expect him to be so suddenly. First, he had time to withdraw his sight, staring at that place, then quickly moved away to look away, and then looked at him again.

He smiled faintly and said thoughtfully, "Otherwise, forget it? I'll do it myself after a while."

"Don't give me retreat for advancement."

The man said leisurely, "How dare I take myself so seriously? I said I won’t eat if you don’t eat with me. Don’t you think I’ll eat less and starve...I don’t change my underwear, either. Can't die."

"..."

For a moment, she really wanted to throw this thing on his face and turn around and leave.

She felt that eating one less meal wouldn't be great, and she herself didn't necessarily eat three meals a day three hundred and sixty days... But if the wet underwear was not changed to let her wear it, that would be unbearable.

She took a deep breath and turned around.

Mo Shichen narrowed his eyes, his face also cold.

Is she really leaving?

Wen Yi walked to the bed, turned off the ceiling light in the bedroom, folded back to his side, and turned off the floor lamp standing next to the sofa.

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