Young Master Mo’s Gentle Kiss: Wife, Won’t You Accept It? - Chapter 812

Seeing her motionless for a while, Mo Shichen called her again, “Yi’er?”

The low and slightly confused tone, as if he hadn’t noticed her eyes, just looked at her deeply and secretly.

Wen Yi took a deep breath, retracted his gaze and continued his hand movements, helping him to take off his shirt.

There is no bandage on his wound, and a shallow scab is formed where the bullet penetrates, but it hasn’t fully grown. If soaked in water, it is indeed likely to return to its original shape.

Throwing the shirt, she got up and turned her face, “Take off your pants yourself.”

The man’s voice was low, “I won’t.”

“…”

“Mo Shichen, you don’t want to get into it, take it off quickly.”

After saying this, she turned around again.

He stopped talking, and responded to her with silence, not even a sound of ripples.

She waited for almost a minute, and finally couldn’t bear to look back at him. Then she found out what the man was like just now, and what he still looks like now.

Wen Yi was really annoyed by his virtue, and gritted his teeth and said coldly, “You can’t take it off, and you don’t like washing. If you have the ability, just sit in the bathtub all night.”

After holding down these words, she lifted her foot out with an aura.

When she went out, she didn’t forget to bring the doorknob, and then slammed the door so hard that the whole bedroom was shaken.

But other than that, there was complete peace and quiet, and the man showed nothing.

After Wen Yi rushed out of the bathroom, he threw himself straight onto the big bed. Even so, he was still irritated, and rolled back and forth several times, almost from the head of the bed to the end of the bed. Even so, he couldn’t calm down.

The man was clearly deliberate. It was this kind of routine from beginning to end. He could also speak shameless words such as not taking off his clothes or taking a bath. It really is that his face is getting thicker and thicker than the city wall.

She closed her eyes and made up her mind to ignore him.

After five minutes, she calmed down a bit.

Ten minutes later, she realized that there was something wrong, why did she consciously stay in his bedroom, could it really be waiting for him to come out of the shower? He was holding her waist just now when she was about to leave, and now no one stopped her.

Thinking about this, she immediately sat up. As soon as she thought of getting up and going out, she remembered that she was wearing a bathrobe and a man’s bathrobe. Her clothes were still in the bathroom and they were wet. .

She thought about it. She didn’t pack much when she left the manor. If Mo Shichen hadn’t specifically asked the servant to clean up and throw her things out, there should be her clothes in the cloakroom.

The man had walked to the door and opened the door with the handle, but the raised foot still didn’t step out inexplicably.

A few seconds later, it was returned instead.

She closed the door, sat back on the bed, raised her wrist to look at her watch.

Half an hour passed, there was no movement.

After an hour, there was still no movement.

Wen Yi closed his eyes and opened them half a minute later. He smiled to himself, okay, he was really good, he was cruel, he won.

When she opened the bathroom door again, the man sitting in the water just opened his eyes and looked up at her.

When her eyes were facing each other, she really couldn’t tell whether these black eyes, which were as deep as a moonlit ancient well, were blurred or awake.

Wen Yi said in an emotional voice, “I thought you were asleep.”

The corners of his lips curled in a strange arc, staring straight at her, hoarsely, “I was asleep, but the water became cold, which woke me up.”

“It’s not that I’m afraid I’ll go away. I didn’t forget to hold me when I fell asleep, so I just sat in the water and didn’t worry about me leaving.

Mo Shichen looked at her for a while before he held his lips and smiled faintly, “I will catch a cold. If you are willing to leave it alone, then it’s boring for me to keep you tonight. I will continue to work hard tomorrow.”

Wen Yi pursed his lips and said nothing for a while.

She still walked in and leaned down to touch the water in the bathtub. It had been an hour, and the water couldn’t get cooler anymore.

“You take off your pants and I will refill you with water.”

This time he responded briefly and neatly, “Well, good.”

The man came out of the bathtub, stepped barefoot on the ground, stood aside, bowed his head, untied the belt, and took off the trousers that brought the water out.

Wen Yi drained the water in the bathtub and refilled most of the hot water in the bathtub.

Before Wen Yi could react to the sound of the clothes being thrown to the side, he was hugged from behind by the man, “Yi’er.”

“You are cold and wet all over, I have finished the shower, don’t hold me.”

He rested his chin on her shoulder and smiled lowly, “I thought you were gone.”

He even heard the sound of opening the door.

Wen Yi stared at the water that was being released and the warm air slowly gathering, “If I leave, when do you plan to get out of the bathtub.”

“I don’t know, I probably thought it out and came out.”

He just didn’t want to move for a while. Excessive alcohol intake made him numb, a little drunk and tired. If he doesn’t need to be awake, he just wants to rest, even sitting in cold water, but he doesn’t feel anything.

“You take a bath. If you ask me to wash it, I might pour water on your wounds. After a night of trouble, you will be tired and I will be tired. I will wait for you outside.”

“Not going?”

“I’m leaving just now.”

“it is good.”

The man’s slender fingers drew the hair in her ear, bowed his head and kissed her on the cheek, “Go find a nightgown and put it on. The bathrobe is wet by me.”

Wen Yi didn’t answer, he moved his hand away and walked out quietly.

Fifteen minutes later.

Because Mo Shichen had worn out his bathrobe by Wen Yi, he could only pull a bath towel around his waist and walked out.

The headlights in the bedroom were turned off, leaving only the two dim bedside lamps beside the bed.

The slender figure of the woman stood in front of the French window.

Mo Shichen looked at her, his eyes darkened suddenly, his breathing also sank, and his Adam’s apple was rolling up and down, but he frowned suddenly when he saw the fireworks that flickered between her fingers.

Most of Wen Yi’s hair was blow-dried, but she may be impatient, so she was still two or three points wet. She didn’t listen to him and went to find the nightdress, but pulled out a white men’s shirt from the closet. Put it on casually.

Cool and sexy.

It could be extremely pleasing and pleasing, especially when a woman is willing to take the initiative to wear men’s clothes, it goes without saying.

If she didn’t have a cigarette in her hand.

She stood there, as if admiring the night view outside the window, smoking a cigarette casually and skillfully.

Mo Shichen’s long legs immediately stepped onto her body, one hand wrapped her waist and took her into his arms, while the other hand cleverly snatched the smoke between her fingers and pinched it out.

He stared down at her face, his voice tense, “Why smoke?”

Wen Yi didn’t realize he came out until he touched her. He looked up at his handsome face, then glanced at the half of the cigarette he had taken away, with an indifferent expression on his face, “It’s boring, just right. Seeing your cigarette and lighter still on the side of your bed, you just lighted one. You don’t need such a big reaction, right?”

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