Beloved Wife on Top : Master Mo, Softly Kiss

After a moment of silence, the other end chuckled, "Okay, I see."

Mo Shiqian hummed, then hung up the phone and put the phone in front of him.

Chi Huan lived alone, and the white Ferrari stopped downstairs in the high-end apartment.

Only then did the woman on the co-pilot open her eyes, "Are you here?"

Mo Shiqian got out of the car directly and opened the co-pilot's door for her.

Seeing her slow movements, he leaned over again and reached out to unbuckle her seat belt without saying a word.

"Mo Shiqian."

Her voice was not as soft as usual, it was cold and hoarse.

"Um?"

"I'm not feeling well and have no strength."

The man didn't speak, and directly carried her out of the car, pushed her knees, and closed the car door.

Chi Huan's forehead rested on his shoulder, and her seaweed-like hair fell down and was blown up by the wind.

She whispered his name again, "Mo Shiqian."

"Um."

"You deal with today's affairs cleanly. I don't want to see gossip about this matter in the media."

"It will be taken care of."

Mo Shiqian carried her into the apartment from the parking lot, the cool breeze was blowing, and it was so quiet and refreshing.

Chi Huan smelled the clear and familiar smell on his body, and felt that he was suddenly too weak, "What did you do tonight?"

Her voice was always low, and it seemed to disappear in the wind after she finished speaking.

After a while, he replied calmly, "Solve some troublesome things for my fiancee."

She murmured, "You are so kind to your fiancee..."

The moment the elevator opened, Chi Huan heard the man say something in a very light tone, "Miss, you actually deserve better."

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As soon as the door of the apartment opened, Chi Huan took off his clothes as soon as his feet hit the ground, and handed them to the man beside him, "I'm going to take a shower."

After that, she went straight into the bathroom.

Mo Shiqian watched her back disappear from sight, put the windbreaker on the sofa, and turned to go out.

Turning on the shower, warm water poured from the top of her head to her toes.

In the dense water mist, her delicate face could not find the usual coquettishness at all, it was cold and wooden.

Chi Huan was dizzy and sleepy. He didn't wash for long, and quickly turned off the shower. He pulled the towel and casually wiped the water from his hair and body. When he wanted to get his clothes, he found that he hadn't brought anything in, so he pulled the towel Wrapped up and came out.

With bare feet on the carpet and hair brushing, the whole apartment was quietly approaching death.

After experiencing what happened tonight, Chi Huan especially rejected the silence.

She pursed her lips and shouted outside the door, "Mo Shiqian."

"Mo Shiqian..."

After calling several times in a row, only her own echo and a deeper silence responded to her.

have they gone?

She frowned, didn't the man leave without telling her?

Chi Huan's originally depressed mood became more and more depressed. She couldn't tell at this moment, she especially hoped that he would be by her side, even if he didn't speak, or even stayed in the same room.

She's in the bedroom, he's out in the living room, and that's fine.

She didn't have the patience to dry her hair, so she casually threw the towel on the bed, and then took out a nightgown from the closet where her underwear and nightgowns were kept.

Glancing at the half-open door, he gave up the idea of ​​closing the door after a second——

She is alone at home, it doesn't matter whether the bedroom door is closed or not, as long as the curtains are closed.

Pulling off the towel and allowing it to slide onto the carpet, Chi Huan took a step forward, ready to get the nightdress she put at the end of the bed.

Suddenly there was a small knock at the door.

Chi Huan suddenly realized something, his hands froze, and he turned his head reflexively.

Mo Shiqian's tall and straight figure stood at the door, his deep and calm pupils shrunk slightly, and lingered on her body, and he froze in place for a while, without any reaction.

Chi Huan stared at him blankly for three seconds.

Suddenly, her nerves were on fire and she reacted. She put her hands on the chest shield and yelled at him in a panic, "You...what are you doing standing there? Didn't you...go away?"

Within a few seconds of her pale and bloodless face all night, it seemed as if all the blood in her body rushed to her brain and was about to drip out of her face.

Mo Shiqian looked at her naked body, his stiffness didn't ease in the slightest, his thin lips parted slightly, his voice was low and hoarse, "I... went downstairs to buy some medicine."

When he said this, his eyes stared at her in a strange way.

Chi Huan stayed for a few more seconds before yelling at him angrily, "Then you still watch? Get out!"

With a bang, the door was slammed shut.

The man took a step back and closed the door from the outside.

Chi Huan was shocked again by the voice, and stood there like a fool.

She was naked, didn't even wear underwear, and stood in front of him without any cover except for her long hair.

outside the door.

Mo Shiqian stood with his head bowed, his breathing was rapid and disordered, and the knuckles of his right hand, which was holding the doorknob hard, turned white.

He closed his eyes, but the scene he saw just now appeared clearly in his mind.

Chi Huan was very petite, and he was a small ball in his arms. In front of the media and outsiders, he had the dual temperament of a girl and a queen, and was dubbed the sweet queen by the media.

He has seen her in many ways more than anyone else, but he has also ignored her in many ways.

The white skin is dazzling, the slender legs, the soft snow on the chest is not too rough, but... the shape is very beautiful, and he even briefly imagined the feeling of holding it with the next hand.

Her long hair, as wet as seaweed, fell to her waist and hung over her shoulders.

Like a banshee just out of the bath, full of moisture and fragrance, innocent and full of fatal temptation, she looked at him with shocked and dull eyes, awakening the desire hidden in the deepest part of his body, ready to move like a beast.

It wasn't until his lower body was so hard that it ached that he realized what was going on in his mind, and when he lowered his head a little, he saw the reaction of his crotch being propped up.

Closing his eyes, the man's Adam's apple rolled up and down a few times before he let out a muffled hum from the depths. Cold sweat also broke out from his forehead, dripping down his straight nose bridge and from his curved and sexy jaw.

Fifteen minutes later.

Chi Huan was fully dressed, but chose to open the bedroom door and walk out.

She was wearing a white dress, a gray sweater, a rare and elegant match, and her long black hair was still wet.

As soon as the door opened, she saw the man standing in front of the French windows in the living room. Outside the window was filled with night, and he didn't know whether he was watching or admiring the night scene.

Biting his lip, Chi Huan was about to speak, but the man who heard the movement just turned around.

His deep, straight gaze fell on her face.

Looking at each other, Chi Huan met his gaze, and the content that had been organized and prepared just now became blank again.

Mo Shiqian looked at her, then lowered his head, looking at her bare feet with curled toes on the carpet.