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

"Don't you want to leave?" He said lightly.

Wen Yi pursed her lips, "I didn't mean it," she explained after a pause, "I received a call from my mother when I was out just now. She and my sister-in-law were shopping nearby and asked if I wanted to eat together. I rarely go with them lately, so I went."

"I delayed you."

It was originally.

Wen Yi thought so, but she didn’t say it. She didn’t know whether it was every man—no matter how mature or deep they usually look, they always have a childish side in their bones, or the man in front of her was deliberate. To force her to coax him by playing a child's temper.

He likes her to coax him, she knows it.

Thinking about this, and then thinking about how he was injured, she took a step back, turned back, and stood by the bed, bent over and leaned down, bowed her head and kissed his handsome face, "You can eat Yet?"

"Well, you can."

"..."

She commented, "Mo Shichen, you are really naive."

"Then kiss again."

"..."

Wen Yi looked at him speechlessly.

The man waited patiently for her, in a posture that he would not eat if he did not kiss.

Wen Yi's face was expressionless, he lowered his head again, ready to kiss again, but as soon as his lips touched and he was about to leave, the back of his head was clasped by a hand, and then he pressed down heavily, and his lips pressed closer. Tight.

She was about to struggle. Just when she exerted her strength, she heard the man's sullen grunt, and even frowned her brows unconsciously, and then she didn't dare.

The result of not daring is that the man quickly opened her lips and teeth, and invaded her in a straightforward way. The tongue stirred her mouth, licking and brushing every inch of the inner wall with sticky, so straightforward and erotic, that made her scalp immersed. Tingling.

After the kiss was over, silver silk was even brought out when the lips parted.

Wen Zhu’s face was calm, but the roots of her ears were inevitably red from this large-scale kiss. She was a little annoyed, and she didn’t know whether it was annoyed by his inadequacy, or by her indulgence towards him, or both. Have.

"Shy..."

There was another word "?" because Wen Yi lowered his head in vain and bit his lower lip.

If you are too close, you can still face each other.

She saw a smug smile in his eyes, so she was even more annoyed, and bit her teeth hard.

A little bit of tingling pain, the clearer the more ambiguous, especially the interlaced breathing seems to isolate the smell of disinfectant, sprayed on each other's skin.

Mo Shichen squinted his eyes and stuck out the tip of his tongue to lick her.

Wen Yiru was electrocuted and left at once.

The man stared at her, laughing heartily, as if he was complacent after successfully teasing the girl and made no secret of it.

It wasn't until he accidentally caught the wound that he was able to shrink a little, his brows were still frowning, but the smile in his eyes didn't stop.

Wen Yi wiped his lips with indignation and warned him, "Don't laugh."

It seemed that the more ashamed she was, the more open he was, the more she warned him, the more rampant she became.

"Mo Shichen, don't blame me if you laugh again."

He smiled and looked at her, "How can you be rude to me?"

Wen Yi stared at him for a while, then unexpectedly, he leaned forward for the third time.

Before Mo Shichen could react, she had already opened her lips proactively and learned how he licked his lips tentatively. The man reacted quickly, turned against the guest without hesitation, and kissed back more fiercely. past.

The soft fingers fell on the man's waist through a layer of hospital clothes and stroked them gently.

She was touching his waist, slowly crawling with her fingers, and pointing her fingers. Mo Shichen looked at her, his eyes deepened in an instant, and his breathing was completely disordered.

He already knew what she wanted to do, and subconsciously wanted to tell her to stop, but the voice was stuck in his throat, just couldn't make it.

The evil fingers had already reached in from his hem, she felt around, as if looking for something, until she explored the ups and downs of the abdominal muscles that had a different feel, and then she touched it unscrupulously.

Although Wen Yi had always cooperated with her in bed matters, she did seldom take the initiative. He was the only one who liked to touch her soft, fragrant and slippery skin. This was the first time she touched him deliberately.

The blood of the whole body was mobilized almost instantly, all rushing to one place, desire was unstoppable and fierce.

If it wasn't for his body to allow it, there is no doubt that he has turned over and pushed the woman who teased her under him, and entered fiercely.

However, the cruel reality does not allow, he can only kiss her deeper.

Even more cruel, Wen Yi didn't even give a kiss, straightened up and left him.

"Wen Ye..." He called her in a dumb voice, his voice rustling, with deep desire.

She sat on the edge of the bed, curled her lips and looked at him coolly, "Is it comfortable?"

"Wen Yi," the man's voice was hoarse and magnetic, he was extraordinarily **** because of his lust. The hormones emitted by **** broke out into a mess, and even the eyes looking at her were dyed light red, and there was something similar to a trapped beast.的光光.

She smiled at him, "You like to kiss me and let you kiss enough, now you can eat."

Wen Yi could suddenly understand why he smiled so smirkly before, because the feeling of doing evil is very refreshing, especially holding everything in front of him in his hand, it seems that it will always make others feel uncomfortable with his helpless man. Can not be relieved.

The sense of accomplishment is really like a wave, and it makes people feel relaxed and happy.

"I'm uncomfortable."

Discomfort is no longer enough to withstand the pain of burning bones. Perhaps Wen Yi is not active enough to take the initiative, and once in a while, the effect is amazing, and he feels that this woman is now smiling without heart, making him burn even more incredible.

She seldom laughed so cheerfully in front of him, especially recently.

There is a feeling that the second child is going to waste.

She said mercilessly, "endure it."

"You tortured the wounded."

Wen Yi's eyebrows and eyes were bent with a smile, she bent down, did not kiss him again this time, just got close, blowing gently towards his ears, "Because you owe you, when someone keeps you safe Change the way to bully me... Ah, it seems to be really swollen. If Miss Nurse comes in now, you can see Young Master Mo paralyzed in bed and in the mood to be a gangster."

She also deliberately stayed close when she was talking, her breath was blowing, and even the tips of her hair swept back and forth on his cheeks, itchy.

Her smile, her explicit words, the fragrance and unintentional hair on her body, all turned into a fatal temptation at this moment, all adding to the firepower.

"Wen Yi, do you want my life, eh?"

"Nope."

He closed his eyes and opened them again, smiling hoarsely, "I have a grudge, baby, you know."

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