Mr. President, Your Wife is too Overbearing! - Chapter 1703

Mo An’s mind had already crashed, how could he understand the meaning of his words.

“want……”

She can only draw conclusions based on sensory responses, and the wine just now seems to be quite good.

He locked her eyes tightly, and in her drunken, hazy, innocent look in her eyes, his pupils tightened.

“I still want…”

Mo An couldn’t get his response after answering, Ruannuo sounded charmingly and charmingly with a childish voice.

She also reached out and grabbed him, begging.

In this way, she endured Feng Yi with the blue veins on her forehead violently, and she didn’t want to bear it anymore. She leaned her head and kissed again.

His kiss this time was different from the previous one, with an unstoppable tyrant in his gentleness, like a thousand horses crossing the border, about to destroy all obstacles.

“Well……”

Mo An was confused and wanted to drink, but the wine seemed to be different from what she had expected.

Before she drank a sip of the wine, there was an unknown object disturbing her. She tried to push the other party out with her small tongue, but was directly entangled by the other party.

“Hmm…”

Mo An felt that he could hardly breathe in the paste where his head stopped turning, and his weak hands pushed the person on him too hard.

Feng Yi’s second kiss was indeed out of control.

He also grabbed Mo An’s protesting scratching hands, and firmly subdued her under him.

I don’t know if Feng Yi was too eager or Mo An was too weak. After Feng Yi’s strong kiss, she was unable to struggle and finally fainted.

Feng Yi found that something was wrong for the first time, and quickly let go of her.

“Mo An?”

Seeing that she didn’t react, she didn’t even breathe, he reached out and pinched her.

Mo An, who was in a coma, or just slept, let out a sweet mutter from his throat, and raised his hand weakly to try to shake her away.

Seeing her reacting, Feng Yi then relieved his heart and withdrew his hand.

“You can fall asleep after a kiss, are you a pig?”

Feng Yi’s dark and deep moist eyes were dyed with a slight smile.

“…”

Mo An turned over and fell asleep, seeming to be silently protesting Feng Yi’s words.

She is not a pig.

“Will you go back tonight? Or just sleep with me?”

Knowing that she was drunk and unconscious, Feng Yi still asked the back of her head.

“…”

Mo An naturally didn’t have the energy to answer him.

“If you don’t speak, I will assume you are going to sleep here.”

Feng Yi said again. “…”

Mo An still didn’t respond.

Feng Yi looked at Mo An, who was sleeping like a pig, and after pretending to ask, he hugged her with peace of mind.

The two played outside for a day, and it was impossible not to sweat.

Feng Yi stood in front of the bed holding her, hesitating whether to wash her and put it on the bed, or put it directly on.

He hesitated in front of his bed for ten minutes before putting her on the bed reluctantly.

“Sooner or later I will devour you alive.”

When covering her with a thin layer of quilt, Feng Yi stretched out his hand and shaved her small nose.

Looking at her petite and criminally red face, Feng Yi stared for a long time.

Rubbing her fingertips on her slightly swollen mouth, she finally dropped a soft kiss on her smooth forehead.

When he straightened up, he watched himself puff up the crotch of a small tent, took a few deep breaths, and stared at Mo An, who was sleeping on the bed with an innocent look, before entering the bathroom.