Beloved Wife on Top : Master Mo, Softly Kiss

He put one hand on her waist, raised his head to look at the woman trapped under him, and what he saw was a face covered with tears.

she cried.

This was the second time she shed tears today, and this realization made Mo Shiqian panic completely.

Straight men are always afraid of seeing women cry, except for being made to cry on the bed... Other times when they see their women crying, it either hurts their heart or makes them feel dizzy.

"Huanhuan," he said, ignoring his burning desire, he pulled off the quilt and wrapped her body tightly, so that she was no longer fully exposed to his sight, and then reached out and wiped her tears with his fingers, trying to coax her into thinking Persuading him, he couldn't think of any useful words for a while, so he could only lower his head and kiss her wet face, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry, it's my fault."

She didn't cry aloud, but tears flowed down her face, looking as if her heart was ashamed of being wronged.

Mo Shiqian really didn't care about women's tears, "Don't do it, Huanhuan, don't cry, we won't do it if you don't want to, huh? Don't continue to cry."

Her long eyelashes were stained with tears, her eyes were looking at the ceiling, the tears were still wet, she looked even more pitiful and pale, and said faintly, "Mo Shiqian, do you only love my body and don't love me at all?" this person."

Mo Shiqian, "..."

His head was about to explode.

"No, I love you," he said in a low voice urgently, he kept kissing her cheek, and explained in a hoarse voice, "I was obsessed with ghosts just now, I haven't been there for a long time...I couldn't hold it back for a while, let's not be an example, Huanhuan, you Don't cry."

Chi Huan's eyes focused, and he looked at him expressionlessly, "I won't be an example, you promise?"

Mo Shiqian, "..."

He stared at her for a few seconds, and the tears that were still resentful just now hung on her eyelashes like wet drops, the man finally came to his senses, narrowed his eyes, and said in a deep and dangerous way, "Chi Huan, did you do it on purpose?"

This woman pretended to cry with him.

It's really a queen-level acting skill, the tears change as soon as they are said, and the expression is in place enough to make the real one, he really thought she was sad.

Chi Huan pushed him away and sat up, holding the quilt tightly with his hands to prevent him from getting naked any longer. There was a slight curve on his lips, but he just smiled, "I want to get dressed and go out."

Mo Shiqian, "..."

He pursed his thin lips and stared at her expressionlessly.

Chi Huan looked at his frightening expression, pulled his lips and said flatly, "You think it's reasonable for you to be the overlord, don't you?" She smoothed her long hair with her fingers, "You really are I'm so used to having no three views and no bottom line, I'm your woman, so I really have the obligation to feed you anytime and anywhere?"

Mo Shiqian, "..."

"Say it yourself, with your posture just now, will you stop if I don't cry?"

Mo Shiqian, "..."

Chi Huan waved his hand, "Go out and reflect on your own, I'm too lazy to quarrel with you."

Mo Shiqian, "..."

He hit the gun, saying what was wrong, and what was wronger, usually she would half-push and give in to this kind of thing. prosperous.

Mo Shiqian looked at her indifferent little face, but got up anyway, and after standing at the end of the bed for a while, he said in a low voice, "I'll go and book the location of the restaurant, we'll go after you get dressed and take a shower." Have a meal."

She hummed lightly.

"..."

The man didn't make another sound, turned around and took the door out. Chi Huan raised his eyes and glanced at him. The tall figure was still quite lonely.

Only then did Chi Huan get up and start dressing, and looked down. Although he only kissed for a while just now, there were bright red hickey marks on her collarbone.

After putting it on, she realized that Mo Shiqian had chosen her the most ladylike outfit in her suitcase. The color was plain, a taro purple sweater with a light gray skirt, and she went back to the bathroom to put on light makeup that matched the clothes, and took care of it again. After cutting her hair, she went out.

The man stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with a half-lit cigarette between his lips. It took her a while to put on makeup just now. The smoke curled up, and the light blue and white color made his handsome side face hazy and vivid. Blurred, adding a bit of mysterious sex appeal.

He probably heard the sound of the door opening, and as soon as she came out, he immediately turned his head to look at her, and snuffed out the cigarette butt, then walked towards her with long legs, walked up to her, and then looked down at her face, "Can we go to eat?"

"Yuan, I'm very hungry, and I didn't eat anything at noon."

"Nearby."

She nodded, went to the sofa to pick up her bag, and walked ahead.

Mo Shiqian looked at her back, pursed his thin lips, and quickly followed her with his long legs.

In the corridor, he walked behind and was responsible for closing the door.

The corridor was still very quiet, the carpet was soft, and the high-heeled shoes made no sound when stepping on it, but she still somehow clearly felt the approach of the man behind her, until she was held by him.

Chi Huan glanced down, but didn't respond. Since he didn't pull out his hand, he didn't show any intimacy.

Walking into the elevator, it was still just the two of them.

Mo Shiqian tilted his head and lowered his head, staring at her quiet face, and rarely took the initiative to speak up, "Huanhuan."

She raised her head and glanced at him, "what?"

He sighed in a low voice, "Are you planning to ignore me for a few days?"

Chi Huan looked up at him, then looked down at the hands they were holding, and then raised his head, "Your understanding of ignorance seems to be quite different from mine?"

Eating with him and letting him hold hands is also called ignoring him?

Mo Shiqian, "..."

It's true that she didn't ignore him, after all, she would still respond to what he said, eat together, and hold hands, although it seemed that she didn't intend to let him touch him.

But she is cold.

Chi Huan's temperament is rarely so cold to him. He is not used to it all of a sudden, especially when he hasn't seen each other for a long time. It's like countless bugs are eating his heart. It can't be said that it hurts much, but it is pervasive and densely uncomfortable.

Normally, Chi Huan was always in charge of the topic between the two of them. She found something to chat with him, and was responsible for warming up the atmosphere, making their atmosphere sweet and sticky. Chi Huan had already analyzed and assigned their respective personalities and positions.

He's in charge of inner stability and security, and she's in charge of the love interest.

The man raised his arms to hug her, put his chin on her shoulder, and whispered in her ear, "I will never eat alone with other women next time, and I won't lie to you again."

She tilted her head to look at him, her face was so close that she could feel each other's breath.

"Do I still look angry?"

He raised her chin with his fingers, stared at her with deep eyes, and said hoarsely, "If you are not angry, just smile."

"You read that right, I'm still very angry."