Beloved Wife on Top : Master Mo, Softly Kiss

He even freed one of the two hands that were originally on the bed, put his arms around her waist, and pressed her body against his own in the original position.

Embracing each other tightly, this soft and fragrant body gave him an indescribable spiritual comfort, and it was strangely fused with the pain on his neck that lasted more than 20 seconds after being bitten by her, which made him feel unspeakable. closeness and satisfaction.

To Wen Yi, this action seemed like she was really a willful child who had a temper tantrum, and he tolerated and pampered her patiently, so she soon stopped biting, touched her waist with her backhand and wanted to break it off Unlocking his hand that locked her waist, to no avail.

Her voice was very low, indistinct, and she said bitterly, "Mo Shichen, why are you such a rascal?"

He breathed into her ears, and his laughter shook her eardrums, "Didn't you say it, because I am a rascal, and being a rascal is of course a rascal."

"Go away!"

The man let go of the hand wrapped around her waist, but pressed her into the mattress, buried his black head in the hollow of her shoulder, and bit back like her just now, but the force was much lighter, thin Nibbling, biting like ants.

He kissed her from the shoulder to the collarbone, and after the kiss, he licked it as if he was obsessed with it. It was extremely erotic, and her breath was hot and hot. Her fringed shawl was taken off at some point, and her body Only the thin nightgown was left.

"Mo Shichen..." Wen Yi tried his best to push the nearly 1.9 meter male body, but his kiss became more and more unstoppable, so that he could only bend forward in terms of primitive physical strength. The inferior woman began to panic, especially when he... pressed against her, her whole body froze.

He may have realized it too, his lips and tongue stretched across her cheeks, and then fell on her ears, and said in a hoarse voice, "What you said just now, you would rather eat me than eat buns...huh?"

Wen Yi only had one word, but it was a pity that although the voice was high, the breath was still short, "Get lost!"

He patiently kissed her cheek, touched her skirt with his fingers, picked her sensitive area intentionally or unintentionally, and even his words were tempting, "It's just love between a man and a woman, you know I have always been in bed. It is my responsibility to make you comfortable, if you do it with me, you just need to lie down and enjoy it, and you won’t suffer... At worst, tomorrow, let’s pretend it never happened, you continue yours, and I continue mine?"

Neuropathy.

She only had these three words in her mind, but what she said was something else, "Give me back my ID."

"No."

"Then get off me."

"Then what should I do?" He was talking close to her lips, and a deep smile overflowed from between his throat bones. "You know, I've never been an obedient man."

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Wen Yi struggled fiercely under him, but when was she his opponent? Besides, Mo Shichen was really emotional. No matter how long they quarreled, the room was separated, and he was abstinent too. For a long time, the desire has not been relieved for a long time, and the attack is urgent and fierce. Coupled with the emotional movement at this moment, it is so turbulent that even he can't control it.

The moment she was entered, she closed her eyes, and a tear flowed from the corner of her eyes.

The light hanging from the ceiling in the bedroom was bright, reflecting the drop of water extremely glaringly. When Mo Shichen saw it, he was stunned for a few seconds, which was rare.

Then she bowed her head and kissed her with the tip of her tongue, her voice was hoarse and gentle, "Why are you crying?"

Silent tears, like water, if he doesn't say it, she may not be aware of it, so is it crying?

Is he too big and slightly rude, so he hurt her?

Or shed tears because of being bullied by him?

Or, she felt powerless and helpless because she couldn't escape his entanglement and siege?

Naturally, Wen Yi would not answer him, she also stopped struggling at that moment, her hands casually fell on the quilt, when he kissed her, she turned her face sideways and buried her in the soft white mattress, the other half Most of it is covered by hair.

If she tried her best to resist, he would be able to continue doing it with a belt tied to her hands, but the sudden silence, and the tears that soaked the white sheets deeply, made him forcefully restrain the already surging Burning desire.

Fingers with clear joints and scars brushed her hair away, and kissed her thin lips inch by inch, "Wen Yi," he sighed, "You are really heartburning when you cry, don't you cry?"

There are always some women who usually don't know how to make her cry, and when she really starts crying, she is at a loss again.

Li Qianrui is the type who cries a lot and has tears in his eyes. He occasionally feels pity. When he pities, he will say a few words to comfort him. He didn't bother to speak, and even had a deadpan expression on his face.

Wen Yi neither cried nor sobbed, and even hid most of her face. With her eyes closed, she couldn't see any expression on her face, except for her eyelashes, which were wet with tears. Poor taste.

She didn't reply to his words, and didn't look at him, so Mo Shichen didn't ask any further questions, and lowered his head to kiss her eyes again. The tears in the corners of the eyes, and the moisture on the eyelashes, the paused rhythm began to slowly start to twitch again. sent it up.

Even so, he won't let her go.

Although Wen Yi didn't expect this man to wrong her and let her go, but when he reached out and took the pillow under her waist to facilitate his animal desire, she still felt that he was a beast.

No, not as good as animals.

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After it was over, Mo Shichen wiped it clean for her first, found a new nightgown for her to put on, and then went to the bathroom to take a battle bath for less than ten minutes, and then climbed back to her bed cheekily .

The light on the ceiling had been turned off a long time ago, and the one beside her bed had also been turned off. She was lying on her side with the quilt only up to her waist, her neck and shoulders exposed in the dark and still light.

The man's warm and cold chest was pressed against her back, only separated by a thin layer of pajamas. He turned her body and found that her face was still open, and the traces of tears shed before had long since disappeared. Yes, except that this quiet expression is a continuation of the line.

He lowered his head and rubbed his face against her softer face, his eyes were complicated, and his voice was even lower, "Madam, are you angry?"

She felt that he was haunted, and he also felt that she was a difficult problem to settle.

But compared with her "uncompromising", her silent appearance made him feel more troublesome.

Wen Yi didn't look at him. Compared with the negative distance just now, this intimacy was nothing. She just closed her eyes and wasn't going to communicate with him.

The man's eyes darkened, and he pinched her chin with his fingers, "Wen Yi, talk."