Beloved Wife on Top : Master Mo, Softly Kiss

After all, before Chi Huan could react, he had already sucked the thin and white ear, and covered it with his wet tongue.

In an instant, Chi Huan felt that her nerves had exploded, and her mind went blank.

"Mo Shiqian..."

She didn't know what else she could do, or say, but call his name.

The man deliberately breathed into her ear, and said in a hoarse voice, "Chi Huan, let's try what happened that night again, shall we?"

Good or bad three words, with three parts of sexy bewitchment, three parts of gentle strength, and four parts of primitive desire.

Chi Huan couldn't think calmly, nor could he say a complete sentence, and even subconsciously followed his words...

What happened that night.

"You were fine afterward, weren't you? Let's try again... eh?"

In fact, she doesn't have a strong willpower anymore, she just refused out of instinct, "No... no, Mo Shiqian, I don't want to."

Such a soft refusal, even with traces of coquettishness, has no deterrent effect on a man. The scorching kiss spread along her fair neck to her collarbone.

Still down.

The snow-colored softness was squeezed by fingers darker than her skin color, Chi Huan was a little panicked, but for a moment he didn't know how to stop him, until her legs were slammed by hard things through the thick fabric, and she slammed Suddenly he woke up.

In just a few minutes, she has been kissed, and her territory has been lost.

As soon as this idea came out, Chi Huan desperately wanted to hide, but when he rolled to the side, he rolled directly off the sofa.

Her shoulder and head hit the coffee table in front of her, and the dull pain hit her unexpectedly, causing her to gasp in pain. Regardless of the fact that she was almost taken advantage of just now, she burst into tears in pain.

The charm was gone, only the woman in disheveled clothes was left sitting on the ground in embarrassment, with her hands on her shoulders, her knees bent, and she hugged herself and cried.

This change happened so fast, it took the man a few seconds to react, and he immediately stretched out his hand to hug her up from the carpet.

At this moment, Chi Huan was angry and wronged, not willing to let him hug him, his eyes were still teary, and he just stared at him like that.

Mo Shiqian still forcibly carried her up and put her back on the sofa, with a low and tense voice, staring at her tears, "Where did you hit?"

There were no pillows on his sofa, and she tried to throw something at him, but he couldn't find anything to smash, sobbing and cursing, "Don't come here, you are a villain with ulterior motives."

She lost her temper, angry with him, and angry with herself.

Mo Shiqian frowned even tighter, his voice was already a little deep, "Where did you hit?"

Although he is handsome, but his face is very cold, people who don't know him will unconsciously feel a little fear when they look at him, and now his tone is slightly heavy, making him even more frightening.

Chi Huan felt that he was trying to kill her.

She was wronged at first, but after bullying her, she bumped into the coffee table. Not only did she not comfort her, but she also gave her a fierce face. This grievance quickly broke down, and the tears came out more and more violently, but the crying was silenced.

In fact, it was hard to imagine that a woman like Chi Huan, who had no forbearance at all, could cry without a sound.

Just shedding tears and not making a sound is the most lovely and pitiful.

She lowered her head and straightened her clothes, tears fell on them, spreading a circle of water stains.

"Sorry," seeing her like this, Mo Shiqian naturally reflected the grievance she was full of now, bent down and squatted in front of her, and lowered his voice, "It's my fault, don't cry."

How can a woman stop crying just because you said don't cry, she will only cry harder.

He asked again, "Where does it hurt, tell me."

Seeing that she just shed tears and didn't answer his words, Mo Shiqian was not annoyed, he stretched out his arm and took out two pieces of paper from the drawer, and raised his hand to wipe her tears.

"Don't rub it."

She didn't agree, the man's movements didn't stop at all, probably because he didn't wipe away the woman's tears, and with a bit of stiff tenderness, he asked in a low voice, "Crying because of the pain, or because I kissed you?"

"You call that a kiss?"

His clothes were almost stripped off, he was just about to take off his pants, yet he dared to say that was called a kiss.

Mo Shiqian looked up at her, and after a few seconds, "I only planned to kiss."

She stared at him, her chest still heaving obviously.

"Can't help it, sorry."

"Sorry? Are you sincere? If I didn't fall, would you stop?"

The man bowed his head slightly and was silent for a while.

If she hadn't fallen, would he have stopped—

This question, well... hard to say.

Of course Chi Huan understood what silence meant.

He didn't even know how to refute, even against his will!

Seeing that she was silent, Mo Shiqian sat back beside her, frowned, and asked in a low voice, "Does it still hurt?"

That voice seemed to be soft in a trance.

Hearing his question, she unconsciously touched her back, then her head, and said sullenly, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

The moment I bumped into it was excruciatingly painful, and I felt nothing when it slowed down.

The man leaned closer, "Let me see."

He was almost caught just now... Chi Huan naturally wouldn't let him approach right now, "Stay away."

"I just look at it, don't touch it, huh?"

Chi Huan looked at his handsome face, "Mo Shiqian, last time it was because you took medicine... I also believe that you were affected by the medicine, so I didn't let you go to jail," she paused, but continued, "If you continue to force yourself against my wishes, I'll really send you to jail. Anyway, Mo Xigu and I have completely blown it off."

"Well," he responded casually, as if he didn't care, and said in a low voice, "Can you let me see it?"

She looked at him for a while, then raised her hand to lift her long hair, and showed him the place where her shoulder hit the coffee table, "See if it's blue or swollen."

She flicked her long hair, and she could clearly see the bruises on her neck.

Mo Shiqian's beautiful brows were deeply frowned, and then he got up.

Chi Huan didn't know what he wanted to do at first, until he saw him return with a medicine box, picked up an ointment, and skillfully rubbed it on her.

Refreshing and cool touch, very comfortable.

Chi Huan bent his knees and rested his chin on it. He was very angry at first, but now it seemed that everything had disappeared.

It wasn't until after applying the medicine that she realized that his face seemed very unhappy.

Mo Shiqian is a man who rarely sees him being happy, but Chi Huan also rarely sees him being unhappy. He is indifferent and restrained, as if there is nothing to be happy or unhappy about.

But this is unpleasant—

Chi Huan always felt that it made him look a little alienated and scary.

She secretly looked at him for a while, then pursed her crimson lips, "Mo Shiqian, are you unhappy?"

"Um?"

She hesitated for a moment, but still asked, "I won't give it to you... Are you unhappy?"