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

Wen Yi consciously wouldn't be his opponent physically in any way. She looked at his almost perfect jaw line and gritted her teeth, "Mo Shichen, I want to break up with you peacefully, do you have to tear your face with me? "

The man laughed directly when he heard the words.

Mo Shichen pinched her chin with his fingers, pinched with his fingertips, and chuckled lowly, "It's very interesting for you to say that. Since you refuse to talk to me, why should I keep this face for you? Little buddy?" The man's pressure gradually increased, causing her to feel a little pain and smile deeper, "I don't need friends, and I don't like to be friends with my ex-wife. Wen Yi, you can either be my woman or , Is my enemy—"

Wen Yi's eyes widened instantly, and then the man attacked her lips faster and harder.

She shoved and resisted, but in vain, the clothes were torn off by him one by one, and then fell to the ground.

He pinched her chin and forced her to lift her chin to accept his kiss, robbed her of her breath, swept away her thinking ability, let the strong pure masculine breath in, drowning her taste and smell.

The man is extremely patient, licking and attacking her sensory world on the one hand, and forcefully stripping off all the covering from her on the other.

Wen Yi's body is tight. As a woman, his physical strength is always limited. No matter how hard he is to shake his figure, he only hates himself for not having nails, otherwise there will be sharp weapons that can pierce this man's flesh. Among them, even if it does not cause any influential injury, at least the heart

Mo Shichen naturally felt her resistance. He ended the kiss and locked her face with his cold eyes down a short distance. His thin lips were pressed into a ruthless straight line, clasping her waist. Pressing her body back, she is preparing to...

A sudden knock on the door rang.

"Boom, boom...boom."

The sound of Wen Yi opening his mouth to speak was swallowed by the man in one kiss, only to stare at him with a pair of reddish eyes.

Mother Su’s voice sounded outside the door, "Mrs... madam, are you there? You ordered the kitchen to cook the supper for the grandson."

Wen Yi's hand was clenched into a fist, and he slammed the man's chest and shoulders indiscriminately, but to no avail.

Mo Shichen squinted his eyes, his long and narrow eyes were stained with blood red, as if he had taken off his shackles of madness, but his eyes were extremely calm, and he even lowered his head towards her ears, raising her face to her ears, burning hot Her breath is sprayed in her cochlea, itching people hot.

The voice was low and cold, and full of mockery, "What do you stare at me? We are husband and wife. This is our bedroom. Even if you want to leave, we are still husband and wife. Besides, we are not the first time. I bumped into someone."

Wen Yi was angered by his tone, but there was nowhere to go. He could only turn his head and bit down.

Outside the door, Mama Su saw that no one opened the door after waiting for a while, and then knocked on the door suspiciously and tentatively, "Big Lord?"

The light in the bedroom is on, there are always people inside, right?

After changing the usual routine, Mama Su usually knocks on the door and doesn’t respond, and probably won’t knock again, but because Wen Yi told her to do the back end, she was a little bit afraid of disturbing the master’s good deeds, but she was also afraid of herself. Think too much.

Su's mother was eagerly wondering if the couple was married after the Cold War, and didn't hold it for a while... The door panel suddenly shook.

"..."

Mother Su thought that she was too old and dim, and she looked at the door for a long time after she concentrated on her eyes, only to confirm that the door panel was indeed moving at an extent that might not be observed by the naked eye, as if someone was... …

Mother Su hurried away with the supper in her hand.

The interior is bright.

"Mo Shichen..."

She was thrown into the center of the soft mattress by him, and the man naturally followed him closely, covering her with a heavy body. In the process, they always kissed each other.

Wen Yi grabbed the sheet under him with his fingers and looked at the man pressing on him. He couldn't push away, and he didn't waste any effort. He asked in a cold voice, "Are you breaking up?"

There was a sneer in his eyes, his breathing was slightly disturbed, but he was still calm and leisurely, "What if?"

"I don't mind having a breakup with you, if you can break up cleanly after you finish."

A mocking word spilled between his teeth, "Heh."

After that, he pinched her lips and kissed it deeper and more fiercely.

Wen Yi couldn't earn him, and was too lazy to resist, but when his kiss stretched to her neck and continued to go down, he half-squinted and asked lazily, "Why, do you think you have the ability for the rest of your life? Put me on the bed and bully?"

He moved for a while, kissed her lips again, kissed for a while and then left for a while, his thin lips pressed against her lips, and his muffled voice uttered word by word, "If you can't even get the woman you want, I will These positions of power today are not ridiculous. Those who admire the position of Clod-Summer's president, what are they admiring, eh?"

His voice was extremely low, as if it came from his throat, and only she could hear it. Although she was the only one here, Wen Yi was still shocked by the arrogance in his words, and opened his mouth to speak. But his lips were blocked by a deeper and longer kiss and could not speak.

…………

No matter how she resisted it, she was still lingering in the middle of the night

Mo Shichen didn't have much energy and physical strength at first, because he was busy with company affairs during the day for nearly half a month, and he had to constantly negotiate with people looking for Li Qianrui. He was not used to Wen Yee when he was not at night. , So I didn’t sleep well, and I often didn’t even eat, my body should have been tired.

But this little tiredness couldn't hold back his endless possessive desire for predation.

…………

Wen Yi hadn't been tossed for a long time. When she woke up the next morning, she felt sore all over her body. She stroked her forehead and turned her head casually. She accidentally caught a glimpse of the man standing in front of the French window.

He had finished washing and dressed neatly, his lower body was ironed and straight trousers, the upper body was a dark blue shirt, and his figure was tall and straight, a little colder and lonely than usual.

When his arm dropped down, she saw a half-smoked cigarette between his fingers, and the smoke just slowly dispersed.

She endured the soreness, sat up slowly, and was about to speak. The man probably noticed her movement keenly, and while putting the smoke back between his lips, he turned around, standing at a height of two meters away. Looking at her on the bed.

Four eyes face each other.

Wen Yi turned his head, and there was no sign of anger, but his voice was still cold, "It seems that you are waiting for me to wake up and you have something to tell me."

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