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

Wen Yi earned a few more times, but to no avail, "Do you still hurt?"

The man was bored, "It hurts."

"..."

She slowed down, "You're home, get off the car, let Mama Su cook you a sober, and go to bed after drinking."

He hugged her tightly, "Don't go."

"..."

"Mo Shichen, stop making trouble."

The man was indifferent. In addition to holding her tightly, he no longer tried to kiss her or take advantage of her, but the hot breath was sprayed on her neck, itching her vaguely, provoking her His nerves could not stop trembling.

He had a great intention to hug her and just fall asleep like this.

Wen Yi said helplessly, "What will happen to you to get out of the car obediently."

He rubbed his head against her shoulder, his voice dumb and muffled, and contradictory, a bit sexy, "You stay with me."

"..."

She smelled the smell of alcohol on his body, suspicious and warned, "Mo Shichen, don't let me find you pretending to be drunk."

She said so, but under the circumstances of the man's unwillingness to cooperate, she could only compromise and coax him to get out of the car, "Well, I will accompany you, you let me get off first."

Mo Shichen hugged her with a deep, sexy, and exciting voice, "If you loosen it, you will run away."

Her heart tightened slightly.

"Don't you want to stay in the car forever, and you don't feel comfortable holding me like this."

He said lowly, "Then you kiss me."

"..."

"Didn't you kiss me just now?"

"That's me kissing you, I want you to kiss me."

"..."

Wen Yi didn't know what to do. He really didn't want to delay the mess, so he kissed him on the face, "Alright?"

"Not a face."

"..."

"You are really annoying."

She hadn't noticed it herself, but she was so angry that she was so angry.

The man did not speak, staring at her quietly and deeply, his thin lips pressed slightly, exuding a seductive atmosphere, and the atmosphere in the car suddenly became ambiguous.

Wen Ye looked at his handsome face, and even his eyes became dazed by the light in the car, and he couldn't see whether he was really drunk or awake for a while.

She leaned over, kissed him quickly on the lips, then cocked her face and said, "Okay, if you make trouble, just stay in the car by yourself."

"Well," the man touched her face, "When I get off the car, you will get off again."

"..."

Wen Yue watched the man turn around, pushed the door and got out of the car. Although his tall body was crooked a few times as if he was about to stagger and fall, he still stabilized his figure.

After getting out of the car, he walked around the front of the car, walked to the driver's door, opened the door, and reached out to her.

Wen Yi said, "Since you can walk, go back by yourself, lend me this car, and I will drive home... Mo Shichen!"

Before she finished speaking, she was directly carried out by the man.

He looked down at her and said dumbly, "You just said to accompany me."

"..."

Wen Yi wrapped his hands around his neck and raised his head close to his handsome face, "Are you really drunk? I think you are quite awake."

"You watched me drink it."

"You can drink well."

He smiled faintly, "I just have strong willpower and can't let you run away."

"..."

"Mo Shichen, you don't want to use alcohol to commit crimes, do you?"

The man hugged her as he walked into the room, smiling dumbly, "I really don't have the strength."

"You can still hold the princess, I think you are very strong."

"Of course there is strength to hug you. If you want it, baby, I will get up to your satisfaction."

"..."

"I am going home."

"I'll let the driver see you off later."

"I'm afraid you won't let me go later."

Mo Shichen bowed his head and kissed her face.

He hugged her all the way to the master bedroom. During this time, he passed by the usual Su's mother who greeted her, "Grandpa, Miss Wen..."

Wen Yi pulled his lips back and smiled.

However, Mo Shichen seemed unaware, he still hugged her with his hands crossed, and changed his shoes intuitively.

Mama Su smelled the alcohol on the two of them and asked, "Grandpa, do you need to make two cups of sober tea in the kitchen?"

The man turned a deaf ear.

At first, Wen Yi thought he was ignoring him. Although he would usually respond unless he was in a bad mood, he didn't seem to have seen or heard the existence of Su's mother at this moment.

"Mo Shichen?"

The man responded to her, "Huh?"

"Mother Su asked if you want to make sober tea."

He was stunned for a while, and then he looked up at Mother Su, as if only then knew she was standing there, and then woke up from the trance, "Cook a cup and send it up."

"Hey, good."

"..."

Wen Yi blinked, until then he was sure that the man was really drunk.

Only she knows... there is such a drunk method. She really believes that he looks sober because of too strong willpower. In fact, he is already drunk eight or nine points, but still uses his The only one or two points of consciousness left hold her tightly.

It was only enough to hold her.

Because... afraid of her running away?

After Mo Shichen changed his shoes, he still hugged her all the way back to the bedroom without putting her down.

Wen Yi also weirdly didn't mention coming down or wanted to go home. He just asked, "You only get better when you are injured and drink so much alcohol. Aren't you afraid of death?"

The man glanced down at her, "Who told you not to persuade me."

"..."

"You drink with the director of Clod-Summer, what qualifications do I have to persuade."

"You know you have it."

"..."

"Doesn't it hurt for you to hold me? Isn't it laborious?"

He replied in a dumb voice, "It hurts, it's a bit hard."

Wen Yi was taken aback, and immediately said, "Then you still don't let me down."

"I'm going to turn you off to bed."

"..."

Wen Yi reminded him, "You just said that you have no energy, and a man who is really drunk can't do anything. If you pretend to be drunk, I will be angry."

He bowed his head and kissed her again, in an inexplicably serious tone, "If you don't do it, you will fall asleep."

"..."

Going upstairs and walking down the short corridor, Mo Shichen kicked open the bedroom door and carried her in.

The door was hooked by him, and with a bang again, it was shut to death.

Wen Yi was put on the soft big bed by him. This was in her expectation, but what she didn't expect was that Mo Shichen hugged her and poured into the bedding, first pressing directly on her body. When he was about to push his shoulders, he had automatically turned over and got off her.

Without the heavy male body, Wen Yi felt light on his body, and then he was surprised for a few seconds. He was really not ready to do anything?

Wen Yi tilted her head, only to realize that the man lying on the bed had closed his eyes, breathing evenly as if he was asleep. She stroked her forehead, smiling and preparing to sit up, but only halfway up, her waist was hit. Only a strong arm was wrapped around.

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