Beloved Wife on Top : Master Mo, Softly Kiss

The man was extremely cold, and smiled shortly, "If that's the case, you can think about it, whether it's more uncomfortable to be sober and painful like last night, or to give you medicine so that you don't have any thoughts and won't be tortured." Torment is like a slut who keeps begging me to have a good time."

Chi Huan was shocked and looked at him in disbelief.

Mo Shiqian had already turned around and walked out.

The deserted silence returned to the bedroom.

Chi Huan stared blankly at the medicine the man threw on the bed, took it out and looked at it, it was all for trauma, he probably knew how much he had gone too far.

only……

Who can stand being pigeonholed on their wedding day.

She closed her eyes, very helpless, more powerless.

She hoped that Mo Shiqian would let her go in a fit of anger.

Lawrence said contemptuously that she didn't have to break up with him because he wouldn't agree.

He also said that this road is not so easy to complete.

She didn't want it to be like this, she was even more afraid of it.

This result was as expected by Lawrence, which showed that he really understood them, and what made her panic even more...

He really might slowly hate her.

hatred.

Chi Huan lifted the quilt and got out of bed, but when she used it, her legs ached beyond her expectation. She went limp and fell on the carpet.

The carpet was thick, it didn't hurt much, and it didn't make any noise, so the man didn't hear it.

She sat on the ground for a while, then got up again, turned on the shower and washed her body again, then returned to the bed wrapped in a bath towel, and applied the milky white cold ointment to the wound.

Applying medicine to oneself is always limited.

After wiping it casually, she was about to get up and go to the cloakroom to get clothes when the man pushed the door open again and came in.

Chi Huan didn't know what he wanted to do when he came in, and he didn't know how to react, so he sat on the bed without moving.

Mo Shiqian walked to her side, sized her up casually, and said indifferently, "Is it finished?"

"Um."

He reached out to pick up the bag, flicked it casually with his bony fingers, and took out an unopened ointment from inside.

That Chi Huan is useless because...

The man unscrewed the ointment unhurriedly, without looking at her, and still said in an extremely indifferent tone, "Spread your legs."

Chi Huan, "..."

Of course she knew what she meant, and her face inevitably turned red with blood.

Looking sideways at the floor, he unconsciously pressed his hand on the bath towel he was used to, and said in an indescribably flustered tone, "No need."

He has already squeezed the ointment onto his finger, "Open it."

"I said no..."

Before she could finish her sentence, the man looked up and said calmly, "You want me to tie you up?"

Looking at his indifferent face, Chi Huan had a premonition that he would really do it just because he said so. He pursed his lips, but he really didn't want to make such a shameful move...

Even in the normal stage of their relationship in the past, she felt ashamed.

She bit her lip and stood up, regardless of the pain in her body, she walked out the door, wanting to go to the cloakroom to get the clothes she left here before and put them on.

But before he took two steps, the man grabbed his arm and threw him back on the bed.

Before she got up again, he was already holding the scarf from last night, knelt down beside her on one knee, bent down and tied her two hands above her head, and tied the other end to the head of the bed.

Chi Huan's face was red and white, "Mo Shiqian!"

He didn't raise his head, but said indifferently, "If you want to trouble me to tie up your legs, just keep moving."

"No need to wipe inside!"

"It hurt."

She looked at his handsome face under the short black hair, bit her lips and said, "Why do you do this when you know you will get hurt?"

The man's thin lips drew a cold arc, "You know it will make me angry, so why did you do it?"

Chi Huan had nothing to say.

His knee was between her legs, preventing her from getting any closer.

She couldn't help it, she bit her lip and turned her face away, her gaze was fixed on other places, she tried her best to ignore the trembling sensation that the man's fingers brought to her nerves, and she even held her breath unconsciously.

Mo Shiqian's movements were orderly, he did not intentionally do evil or do other things, but simply applied the ointment.

After smearing it, he took out his finger and wiped it, glanced at the woman who was about to get up, and threw her back again.

"What are you doing?"

He didn't reply, as if he didn't want to talk to her at all, he just rubbed the tissue and threw it into the trash, then took a tube of ointment and wiped her other places——

If you give yourself medicine, there must be many places that you can't reach.

The cool ointment spread evenly on the skin, and Chi Huan, who was forced to lie on the mattress, couldn't see the expression on the man's face, but could only feel the tenderness of the fingers that was completely different from last night.

Her eyes were sour, but she still closed them.

After smearing the necessary parts of his body, Mo Shiqian threw away the unused ointment, got up and went to the bathroom to turn on the faucet to wash his hands.

After wiping it clean, he went out.

Did not speak to her.

He didn't want to talk to her at all if he didn't have to.

Chi Huan had no choice but to wear clothes anyway.

She picked up the towel and wrapped it up, got up and went to the cloakroom.

After changing clothes and coming out, you can hear the movement in the kitchen, the knife falling on the cutting board, and even the strength is very rhythmic.

Chi Huan stood in the living room for a while, but did not leave. He opened the French window of the living room and walked to the balcony.

It's about ten o'clock in the morning.

She raised her face slightly, looking at the gray sky.

Winter in Lancheng is always so gloomy and heavy.

Because the indoor heating was turned on, Chi Huan only wore a gray round neck sweater, but the indoors were warm, but the outdoors were not so warm. By the time the man cooked the meals and found someone, her whole body had been blown into popsicles.

As soon as Mo Shiqian touched her hand, he immediately became angry.

Fingers clasped her arm and dragged her to take two steps inside, then threw her directly inside.

He shut the door so that the whole apartment shook.

"Chi Huan," his handsome face was tense, there were even signs of pulsating veins on his forehead, and his extremely low voice was extremely gloomy, "You are not arguing about breaking up now, you are starting to toss in different ways I?"

On such a cold day, she just wore such a dress and stood outside to blow the cold wind.

Just want to toss yourself out of trouble?

Chi Huan was still stunned by his low growl, unable to react, not understanding what his sudden anger was for.

She just wanted to go to the balcony to get some air, she was thinking too much, and her heart was depressed, so she lost track of time for a moment, her nerve endings were in a state of dullness, and she couldn't remember whether it was cold or not.