Young Master Mo’s Gentle Kiss: Wife, Won’t You Accept It? - Chapter 813

Mo Shichen’s expression didn’t ease, and he stared at every inch of her face and the change in expression, “When did you learn to smoke?”

He really never knew that this woman would smoke.

She made a recollection, her tone still didn’t care too much, “Probably… more than half a year after your plane crash.”

“reason?”

“This also needs a reason, then why do you smoke?”

“Men don’t need a reason to smoke, they will naturally learn when they are a teenager.”

“A woman must smoke?”

“Don’t gossip with me, say.”

She shrugged, “I can’t remember, maybe I just became a little widow at that time, and the company was not stable at that time. The double pressure of feelings and work was a coincidence and I learned it naturally.”

His frown showed no signs of relief, “I have never seen you smoke.”

“Quit early. My mother is a traditional woman. She doesn’t like girls smoking. She always reads, so I stopped smoking.”

And she couldn’t talk about addiction at that time, but she felt lonely and anxious, and she needed a way to get rid of it. Smoking is harmless in the first place. Although it has no practical effect, it can’t talk about much harm.

“Then why are you drawn now?”

Wen Yi looked at his handsome but stern face, tilted his head and smiled, “I just smoked half a cigarette, and I didn’t say anything when you threw me away. Are you asking endless questions?”

He watched her in silence for a long time before he said with a low lips, “I thought you were annoying me before smoking.”

She laughed harder, “I keep saying bothering you, haven’t you ignored it?”

The man pressed his thin lips tightly, and said lightly, “You can bother me to lose your temper at me, don’t get sulking with yourself.”

He doesn’t actually have a heavy addiction to cigarettes. Although he smokes occasionally, he knows the feeling of smoking when he is upset.

She could annoy him and even hate him, but he still didn’t want to bring this feeling to her.

Wen Yi looked at her with a faint smile on his face, seeming to be true and ethereal, and his eyes were staring at him, not evasive.

What else can you do without kissing at this time.

Mo Shichen lowered his head to kiss her lips.

She was motionless, not even her eyes.

He stopped at the distance of a piece of paper, only his breath seemed to be entangled with each other.

The next second, he hugged her horizontally, turned and walked on the big bed, “It’s late. I’m going to work tomorrow morning. You should also want to go to bed early…”

This seems to be the first time that he was interrupted by a woman’s kiss when he was talking. He used to do this.

Mo Shichen stopped instinctively, and looked down at the woman who was kissing him close at hand.

She was held in her arms by him, while her hands were wrapped around his neck, and then she actively kissed him.

First, her lips were pressed against her lips. She was not awkward in affair, her tongue painted the shape of his lips shallowly, slowly and slowly as if she was teasing.

Unexpectedly, after the man reacted, he didn’t kiss him back in the first time. Instead, he let her play, but the long legs continued the stopped step and walked to the bed.

Wen Yi was put on the bed and pressed. The kiss was interrupted, but the lips of the two were still pressed together, and the breathing became deeper and more chaotic.

The man’s voice was already deep dumb, “You are seduce me, is that right, huh?”

“Probably so.”

“With me, unless I don’t want it, there is nothing to say about breaking up.”

“You should stop being passionate. Even if I disappear into your world tomorrow, there is no saying that you and I will break up.”

They are not together at all.

Mo Shichen lowered his eyes and stared at his face underneath him for a moment. He didn’t move for a while, and said in a low voice, “You suddenly became active. Why do I feel that there is no such good thing?”

“…”

Was he too keen, or was he really rejected so much that he was so used to her rejection that she couldn’t even accept him?

Wen Yi looked at him, “…you’re still haggling after all this, Mo Shichen, are you still not a man?”

“…”

Fuck.

Mo Shichen had only these four letters and one word in his mind, and he didn’t hesitate at all. He pulled his own bath towel and pulled the last layer of fabric in her shirt directly, and directly rushed into her softness— —

He had already reacted when she kissed him.

Not to mention that she lay under him and provoke him with words.

Wen Yiqing’s reaction was not as fast as his, and he couldn’t adapt to it after being suddenly entered. She opened her lips and rushed out of his throat with a low cry. Her fingertips went into his arm, and she cursed bitterly. Said, “Mo Shichen, you…”

He lowered his head and bit her sensitive ear. After a few vigorous and malicious movements, he asked dumbly, “Is it a man now?”

“…”

“I have never seen a man with such a small belly!”

She just said to him, he just bumped in without even giving foreplay, bastard!

His scalp was numb from the comfort package he hadn’t experienced for too long, and his nerves became excited. He squinted his eyes and asked in a threatening tone, “Who do you think is young?”

“…”

Neuropathy, she said he had a small belly and chicken intestines and did not say he was small.

This **** man, give him some sunlight and he will shine brightly in seconds.

Wen Yi didn’t answer. How could Mo Shichen give up easily? He didn’t even pay attention to skills. He just hit her hard, his hoarse voice could squeeze out the water, “My dear, I ask you who is young and I have seen a few the man?”

She narrowed her eyes, her fingers grasping the fabric under her body, not knowing whether it was her shirt or the bed sheet under her body, “You… don’t use such force… OK?”

The man lowered his head and kissed the line of her jaw, hitting her ears all the way, first licking her auricle, and then sticking the tip of the tongue into her ear, “I’m afraid that the strength is weaker and you say that I am not a man enough.” , I also misunderstood my child.”

“…”

Sensitive points were tamed tightly, and sensitive ears were also teased. The man on her quickly dragged her into **** in a short period of time, affecting her nerves and making her involuntary and noisy. The nerves all over his body seemed to be pulled straight, and even his toes were severely stretched.

Half of her spiritual consciousness was plundered, and her hands unconsciously encircled him, intermittently complaining, “Mo Shichen…you said that you like me, love me and be nice to me, but you have been bullying me all the time.”

The man gasped and whispered while kissing her ear, “What do you want me to do to you, you say.”

“You… slow down.”

“No way.”

“…”

This scum, it doesn’t hurt to hit the face every minute.

“con man!”

“Baby,” he smiled low, his voice seemed to be soaked, “how to make you cool, I know better than you.”

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