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

He looked up at her, his thin lips pulled out a faint arc of laughter, and said casually, "What did I do? You want to go, didn't I let you go."

She closed her eyes and opened them again. Even so, the ups and downs of her heart couldn't be relieved. She said with cold eyes and expressionlessly, "What do you mean by self-harm?"

"My body is my own. How do I want to deal with it should be my own business?"

His leisurely tone seemed to be saying something completely irrelevant.

Wen Yi looked at him for a while, and finally gave up the theory and argument. She turned her head to the servant who had not left, "Call the doctor over."

The servant looked at her, then at the man behind the desk, and seeing that he didn't mean to object, he nodded and said, "Hey, I'll go right away."

After that, he retreated extremely quickly.

She and him were the only ones left in the study.

Wen Yi felt tired, and he knew that it would be useless to tell him more, so he didn't say a word and turned around to leave.

The man's low and deep voice sounded behind her, "Since you are leaving, isn't your trip in vain?"

She stopped, looked back at him, and said funnyly, "You died after I left?"

He said faintly, "I didn't say anything."

He didn't say anything, but he said everything.

"Are you going to keep threatening me like this?"

"Barley," he looked into her eyes, calling out affectionately, "If you don't want to, you can not be threatened by me."

Wen Yi just looked at him like that, neither leaving nor saying anything.

Mo Shichen supported the desk and stood up. Probably he was not as painless as he seemed. At least the pace was slow, which was obviously difficult, especially his complexion was slightly pale.

She looked at him with nothing else in her heart, just something blocked her from breathing.

He reached out and hugged her, and kissed her on the cheek one after another.

"Since you're back, don't leave, eh?"

The tip of her nose is the clear breath that belongs to a man, but there is a faint smell of blood mixed in, Wen Yi can't tell what her mood is at this time, but her voice still changes, "I owed you in my previous life?"

"No," the man's thin lips kept rolling on her skin, whispering dumbly, "I owed you in the first half of my life, and I will pay you back in the next half of my life."

She is neither hot nor cold, "Don't be okay, right?"

He was silent, only prolonged kissing her.

Wen Yi's breath was blocked there, unable to swallow or vent, and his emotions were bursts of irritability, and the face in front of him was not pleasing to the eye, but he could not be treated like him.

She was thinking, if she didn't care if he really left, could he really die?

He is Mo Shichen, how could he die so uselessly for a woman, he wouldn't.

He just scared her, but how could she be scared by him.

But even if she thinks so over and over again, she still can't take a step forward to gamble.

This man is very calm and sensible. She believes that when he gets crazy, he is also crazy with a very calm thinking. He knows what he is doing, and he knows the consequences better than anyone else, but...

She also faintly felt that there was a kind of coldness in his bones, regardless of the cost, because it seemed that there was nothing he could not use or abandon, including himself.

The man’s kisses still landed on her face and forehead one after another, Wen Yi turned her face away, and took the man’s hand before his eyes darkened and darkened, and said lightly, “I don’t know yet. I thought you were anxious and reincarnated, and you are still thinking about taking advantage of women."

He lowered his head and looked at his hand held by her, his lips curled up with a smile, "I have thoughts all the time."

Wen Yi didn't bother to pay attention to him, and pulled him back to the bedroom, his face was not so good and said, "Lie down and wait for the doctor to come."

He hummed.

Seeing him lying down, Wen Yi naturally wanted to take out his hand, but as soon as he moved, he was caught by the man who had already held her back halfway.

He smiled and asked, "Want to leave?"

"Do you believe it or not that I can ruin your wound?"

"Oh, I don't believe it."

"..."

Wen Yi looked at his comfortable and arrogant face and really wanted to hit him, but it was really broken and aggravated the injury, and it was still herself who was tired. She closed her eyes and suddenly raised her hand to the man to clasp her wrist. He brought his hands together.

Head down and bite down hard.

She made a fierce force, and he didn't change his face, just staring at her.

I didn't know how long after biting, until her taste buds tasted a faint smell of rust, the man's silent voice sounded, "Baby, I can't stand your toss now, you bite me."

Wen Yi was frustrated and sat down beside him, still showing no expression on his face.

A little confused while indifferent, his eyelids drooped.

After a while, she looked down at the spread of blood on his chest. The color had darkened. She asked, "How did you do it?"

He used her words, understatement, "Poked."

"..."

Even if it’s not broken, it’s almost the same. Anyway, he opened the healing wound again. She really didn’t understand. Although he is a man and the education he had received since childhood, he may not be as afraid of pain as her. It was his own body's own injury. At any rate, he was also a noble son who grew up with respect and dignity. He just wound the wounds so rigidly, how did he do it?

Dare to feel that his own body is also an object, and he can manipulate it at will for the purpose, without pain, and he himself will not bear it?

She lowered her head and pursed her lips, "Mo Shichen, you don't even feel sorry for yourself when you are cruel."

He said faintly, "I haven't been heartbroken, and I don't feel bad about anyone. I didn't touch the people around you, Wen Yi, I have worked hard to learn to love you."

She was stunned at once, and she bit her lip slowly.

"Didn't your mother care for you when she was alive."

"Probably, but she died too early, and I don't remember much."

She lowered her lip and couldn't help but said, "Don't Li Qianrui feel sorry for you? I remember someone said that their father and daughter take care of you in every possible way. They are so good to you. Don't pretend to be pitiful to me."

"She takes care of me, in certain things, but in these things, don't I take care of you?"

When he took care of people, he was indeed very thoughtful, keen and attentive. He wanted everything you could think of. He could still think of what you could not think of, except for lack of love... This cannot be said to be a sin, but it is indeed inevitable. Injured.

He doesn't love people, and he doesn't feel sorry for people. He will only take what he likes back to the cave, and then take care of the pet in his way.

Wen Yi thought for a long time before he whispered, "Because the weak need to feel distressed, and you have never been."

Need it? He really didn't have such a request.

but--

He still didn't let go of the hand that was bitten by her, and kneaded it instead, "But you feel sorry for me, I still feel very satisfied."

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