Beloved Wife on Top : Master Mo, Softly Kiss

The woman raised her face in his arms, but there were a few strands of hair floating on her fair face.

She nodded, "If it makes you feel better, that's fine."

Make him feel better?

Mo Shiqian lowered his head to look at this pretty face whose light and dark intertwine made it difficult to see clearly. Hearing what she said, it was as if a hand reached into his chest, and then tightly grasped his heart.

There is no other feeling, only heavy suffocation.

He lowered his head and stared at her, his breathing became more and more rapid and heavy, and because of the desolation and emptiness that spread rapidly in his heart, he bit her lips again.

This time there was no taste of kissing anymore, it was pure gnawing.

Like hate, or venting hatred.

She has never struggled, and she does not seem to feel any pain.

It's not that it doesn't hurt, it's just that this little pain is far less than the pain in my heart.

In the past, when she read novels and TV dramas, people often said that using physical pain to relieve mental and mental pain, she thought it was fart.

How can the pain alleviate another kind of pain, it is clearly just adding pain to the pain.

It turned out to be really possible.

She really didn't care if it made him feel better.

But obviously not.

Before finding her, what tormented Mo Shiqian was fear and anxiety.

He didn't expect that after finding her, the torture would escalate further.

In the end, Mo Shiqian didn't choose to ask her here, although he really wanted to, and his mind was full of images of raging and possessing him, but...

Most of the cameras in the playground will not be turned off at night.

Even if he himself doesn't mind acting erotic at night, he can't tolerate being seen by others when she is in love.

The man pulled her sweater back mercilessly, picked up the coat that had been peeled off the ground, and wrapped it around her body again.

Not gentle, even rough, her handsome face was even more gloomy and frightening, with no warmth in sight.

"Where's the scarf?"

Chi Huan looked at him, moved his lips before answering slowly, "Did you forget where to put it?"

He asked coldly, "You stayed here all day today?"

She nodded slowly again.

Dayin is hidden in the city, and there will be a long queue at the playground from the morning, so there is no need for more people. She just finds a blind spot for monitoring, and she will sit there all day without anyone noticing.

Also hard to find.

A mocking sneer appeared on Mo Shiqian's lips, but he tore off the scarf around his neck——

Or when he went out, Muxi saw that he didn't wear much, and knew that it was impossible for him to change clothes, so that's why he insisted on wearing this scarf. Chi Huan watched as he wrapped the scarf, which was still warm, around her neck expressionlessly.

Then he hugged her horizontally.

"Mo Shiqian..."

He pressed his fingers and said indifferently, "Chi Huan, I'm very tired today, and I don't want to hear another word from you."

Chi Huan pursed her lips, her heart was as dense as needles.

There are several bodyguards waiting in the parking place outside the playground.

Seeing them coming out, he immediately opened the car door.

Mo Shiqian carried her to the co-pilot, raised his hand to close the car door, and said indifferently to the bodyguards, "Don't follow me anymore, go back and tell Fengxing for me, everything is settled, let my dad Mom rests early."

"Yes."

He went around the front of the car and sat in the driver's seat, and drove back.

He obviously didn't intend to take her back to the villa. Chi Huan didn't know where he was taking her, but he didn't ask either.

In the city that has already passed zero, the street lights are on alone, so quiet that only the whistling wind can be heard.

Forty minutes later, the car stopped on the parking lot of a high-end residential area.

Chi Huan looked out sideways. It was very strange, but there was familiarity in the strangeness.

This is... Xishan Mansion.

The man got out of the car, opened the door, clasped her wrist with his fingers, and dragged her out of the car.

That's right, dragging.

He had long legs, and if he didn't accommodate her, if Chi Huan didn't speed up to keep up with him, he would be forced to stagger along.

He never said a word to her, and she never spoke.

He opened the door and changed his shoes, but he still didn't let go.

After passing through the living room and the bathroom, Chi Huan was almost thrown into the bathroom before he let go of her hand.

The light was finally bright enough to see their faces clearly.

"bath."

"Mo Shiqian..."

"Take a bath, don't force me to wash it for you."

Before she even finished saying his name, the man had already closed the door of the bathroom with the doorknob, obviously not wanting to hear what she had to say, and he didn't intend to give her a chance to speak.

With a "bang", the sound of closing the door was not light.

The Xishan Mansion has been uninhabited for a long time, and it is deserted. It looks clean at first glance, but upon closer inspection, it can be found that it is covered with a layer of light gray.

…………

When Chi Huan came out wrapped in a bath towel, the man had already tidied up the bedroom and changed all the mattresses on the bed.

The curtains were not closed, and through the glass of the floor-to-ceiling windows, she could see the tall and straight figure standing on the balcony, the cigarette butts flickered in the dark, and she could also see the slowly curling smoke, lingering with the night. his whole body.

He stood there, revealing an indescribable loneliness and loneliness.

She always knew that Mo Shiqian didn't smoke often, except when he was in a bad mood.

Not knowing whether he heard her opening the door or felt her gaze, Chi Huan stood beside the bed for less than a minute before he turned around and looked at her.

Blue and white smoke spewed out between his nose and thin lips, and the half-burned cigarette was sandwiched between them. He looked at her through the glass of the floor-to-ceiling window, then directly extinguished the unfinished half of the cigarette, and threw it into the trash can.

In the end, he pushed open the door and walked in, then closed it smoothly.

The slender legs walked up to her, pinched her waist with strong hands, pushed her directly into the mattress, and then pushed her up, the tall and heavy body covered the woman's soft and fragrant body.

The whole process was done in one go, unhurried, but without the slightest pause.

The seaweed-like long hair is laid out on the dark blue mattress without any order, like a banshee in the sea.

There are traces of being bitten by a man on the red lips, adding to the delicate and pitiful taste.

The wrapped bath towel only covered the chest to the buttocks, shoulders, collarbone, and thin white legs, all exposed to the air and the man's eyes.

There was no dialogue, no communication, and no eye contact.

Not even foreplay.

Mo Shiqian directly tore off the only bath towel wrapped around her body, pulled off the belt, and sank into it.

With her current physical condition, foreplay is useless, let alone none at all.

When entering her body, he kept condescendingly staring at her face.

Naturally and clearly, her facial features were wrinkled in an instant, her face was buried in the soft mattress, and her fingers were also grasping the quilt forcefully because of the pain and discomfort.

He sneered.

This attitude of patience seemed like he had bullied her.