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

She stretched out her hand and touched the cold and hard diamond with her fingertips. She closed her eyes and thought of their unfinished wedding and of their lost child.

After examining it carefully, the nicks inside the ring can still be identified by touch.

I—Love-You.

Vulgar.

Mo Shiqian looked for Chi Huan after dinner, thinking that she was standing where she was blowing and watching the sunset. He didn't expect to find her in his study in the end. The little woman was sitting in a huge chair with a notebook in her hand. The book is looking at it quietly.

He had an illusion that she was so safe, as if she was in her own study, her own territory.

The man walked over, took away the book in her hand, then leaned over and kissed Shang Chi Huan's red lips when he raised his face.

Silent kisses have an indescribable affectionate feeling.

Kissed for a minute.

It was Mo Shiqian who ended the kiss, holding up her blushing little face with long fingers, and said dumbly, "Dinner is ready, Huanhuan."

She uttered an oh, and then helped his arm to stand up.

"Let's go."

Mo Shiqian glanced at the book he had taken away, picked it up, and handed it to her, "You like to read it, do you want to take it away?"

"Okay."

Chi Huan took it and walked forward with the book in his arms. The man behind him glanced at the roses, picture frames, and rings on the table before turning around to follow her, but he just swept across, and then walked away with his long legs. In the footsteps of women.

Chi Huan didn't ask, nor did he mention it, as if no one had seen it, a strange tacit understanding.

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On the table, the dinner is very rich, meat and vegetable soup are available, the color and fragrance are delicious, and the smell makes people feel hungry.

Mo Shiqian looked at the little woman who was taking soup with her head lowered and sipping her soup. His face was contented and he was obviously in a good mood. He curled his lips and said in a low voice, "Huanhuan, am I going to work?" Offense?"

Chi Huan, "..."

She raised her eyes to look at the man’s smiling deep eyes, holding the spoon in her hand, licking her lips, "Mo Shiqian, I know you are always thinking about your meat, but can you... Don't be so blatant, restrain yourself, okay?"

"Am I being explicit?" Mo Shiqian narrowed his eyes to look at her, and said in a slow and systematic voice, "I have expressed that I want to do it with you, or did I make a strong expression that I want to **** you?"

Chi Huan, "..."

He stretched out his tone of laughter, lowered his voice and said hoarsely, "Huanhuan, you are thinking about it, eh? You can think about it if I just say something."

"You expressed it," Chi Huan said with a blank face, shaking his face, "you are expressing every look in your eyes, every word and even the punctuation marks, do you think I can't feel it?"

Mo Shiqian looked at her and laughed a little bit.

He bowed his head slightly, holding his forehead with his left hand without chopsticks, smiling on his lips, and the laughter in his throat overflowing little by little.

Chi Huan was inexplicable and was displeased by his smile, "What are you laughing at?"

The man didn't answer her at all, but he laughed even harder.

She had never seen this man smile like this before. Even if he smiles, he usually doesn't slink or sneer. He rarely smiles so openly and wanton.

Chi Huan, "..."

Did she say something wrong?

After a long while, the man only reduced his smile from her doubts, raised his eyes to meet her eyes, the corners of his lips were raised, and his tone was gentle and spoiled, "Be good, eat."

Chi Huan, "..."

What is this man laughing at?

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After the meal, it was almost dark, and the dark blue curtain hung in the sky.

The servants at home were given a vacation by him, so Mo Shiqian did it himself and simply cleaned up.

Chi Huan was walking in the garden alone, the wind blew her long hair and skirt, and also blew the flower branches and grass leaves, gently swaying.

The wind blew through her body, seeming to take away the accumulated accumulation, and the whole person became transparent and refreshed.

Footsteps sounded behind him.

Just as Chi Huan wanted to turn his head, he was hugged from behind.

The long hair was picked up by the man's fingers, and the kiss fell into her neck. It was numb, itchy, and itchy.

She didn't look back and let him kiss, "Your villa is very beautiful, and the flowers and plants are well maintained."

His lips were still against her skin, and his voice was low and dull, "If you like, I will ask a special gardener."

Chi Huan pursed her lips, "I don't care much about flowers and plants, and, compared to these, I like water more. When the lights are on at night, it will be very beautiful."

Mo Shiqian smiled and said in a low voice, "Okay, I get it."

After speaking, he put his arm around her waist and the other hand on her shoulder, brought her over, and lowered his head to kiss her lips.

The kiss was warm and lingering from the beginning, unlike the delicate and delicate one in the study before the meal, the posture with an obvious aggressiveness made the surging passions nowhere to hide.

He is too aggressive, even kisses are sensational.

Chi Huan didn't plan to follow him here, let alone... the open air.

When the man's hand stretched into her clothes, she was agitated, and she woke up immediately after sinking, and she was shaking back, "Mo Shiqian, you...you don't mess around...well. "

As soon as he finished speaking, his lips were blocked, and even the person was pulled into his arms by him.

Mo Shiqian entangled her tongue, a bit less skill and more primitive and pure direct brute force, kissing very hard, as if wishing to swallow her like this, her tongue was tingling.

Chi Huan really started to get a little scared of him.

After finally waiting for him to end the trembling kiss, Chi Huan hurriedly put his hands on his chest, prohibiting him from further intrusion, and gasped, "Mo Shiqian..."

She met his frighteningly dark eyes, and knew in her heart that it was impossible to say it, so she took it back and repeated it twice, "Let's go back to the hotel, Mo Shiqian, we should go back to the hotel."

He raised his eyebrows, his eyes dripped with ink, but a faint smile opened on his lips, "You told me to send all the servants home, and I and you in this villa are just for you ?"

Chi Huan, "..."

She didn't mean it, okay.

"I said that I don't like to be with you at your house... Go back to the hotel. It will take more than half an hour to drive. You are not in a hurry..."

"anxious."

"..."

Chi Huan didn’t know how to break free from his arms, and stepped back. Mo Shiqian looked at her amusedly, and did not rush to catch her. His long legs slowly approached her, his height and his own anger. Almost a crushing offensive enveloped her, and he stared at her with a chuckle, "I wanted to go straight when I kissed you in the study. After so long, do you think I am in a hurry?"

Chi Huan, "..."

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