Beloved Wife on Top : Master Mo, Softly Kiss

He looked up at her, with a faint smile on his thin lips, and he said casually, "What did I do? You want to go, but I let you go."

She closed her eyes and opened them again. Even so, the ups and downs in her heart could not be relieved. With cold eyes, she said expressionlessly, "What do you mean by self-harm?"

"My body is my own. How I want to deal with it should also be my own business?"

His leisurely tone seemed to be talking about something completely unimportant.

Wen Yi looked at him for a while, and finally gave up on theories and arguments. She turned her head and said to the servant who hadn't left yet, "Call the doctor over."

The servant looked at her and at the man behind the desk, seeing that he had no intention of objecting, he nodded quickly and said, "Hey, I'll go right away."

After that, he quickly backed out.

Only she and him were left in the study.

Wen Yi felt tired, and knew that it would be useless to talk to him, so she turned around and prepared to leave without saying a word.

The man's deep voice sounded behind her, "Since you're leaving, isn't your trip in vain?"

She stopped her pace, looked back at him, and said amusedly, "You still want to cure me after I leave?"

He said lightly, "I didn't say anything."

He said nothing, but said everything.

"Are you going to keep threatening me like this?"

"Yi'er," he looked into her eyes and called out affectionately, "If you don't want to, you don't have to be threatened by me."

Wen Yi just looked at him like this, neither leaving nor saying anything.

Mo Shichen supported the desk and got up, probably he didn't seem to feel no pain as he looked, at least his steps were slow, it was visibly difficult, especially his complexion was a little pale.

She looked at him, feeling nothing but something blocking her breath.

He reached out and hugged her, kissing her cheek one after another.

"Since you're back, don't leave, huh?"

The tip of her nose is filled with the clear breath of a man, but there is also a faint smell of blood mixed in. Wen Yi couldn't tell what her mood was at this time, but her voice still changed, "I owed you in my previous life, didn't I?"

"No," the man's thin lips kept rolling on her skin, whispering hoarsely, "I owe you the first half of my life, and I will pay you back in the second half of my life."

She was lukewarm, "It's okay if you don't want it?"

He was silent, just kissed her continuously.

Wen Yi was stuck there in a breath, unable to swallow or vent, feeling irritated in bursts, looking at the face in front of her, she was not pleasing to the eye, but she couldn't do anything to him.

She was thinking, if she didn't care that he really left, would he really be dead?

He was Mo Shichen, how could he die so uselessly for a woman, he wouldn't.

He was just scaring her, but she was scared by him.

But even though she thought this way over and over again, she still couldn't take a step to gamble.

This man is very calm and rational. She believes that when he goes crazy, he also goes crazy with an extremely calm mind. He knows what he is doing, and he knows the consequences better than anyone else, but...

She also faintly felt that there was a kind of ruthlessness in his bones that no matter the cost, because it seemed that there was nothing he couldn't use or give up, including himself.

The man's kisses were still falling on her face and forehead one after another. Wen Yi turned her face away, and held the man's hand before his eyes darkened. I thought you were reincarnated as a lustful ghost, and now you are still thinking about taking advantage of women."

He lowered his head and looked at his hand held by her, with a smile on his lips, "I'm always on my mind."

Wen Yi didn't bother to talk to him, dragged him back to the bedroom, and said with a grim expression, "Lie down and wait for the doctor to come."

He hummed.

Seeing him lying down, Wen Yi naturally wanted to pull out her hand, but just as she moved, she was held back by the man who had already held her back halfway.

He asked with a faint smile, "Still leaving?"

"Do you believe that I can clean your wound?"

"Oh, I don't believe it."

"..."

Looking at his relaxed and conceited face, Wen Yi really wanted to beat him up, but it was really broken and the injury was aggravated, and it was herself who was tired. She closed her eyes, and suddenly raised her hand to connect with the man to clasp her wrist. hands together.

He lowered his head and bit down hard.

She exerted a lot of strength, but he didn't change his face, just staring at her.

After biting for an unknown amount of time, until her taste buds tasted the faint smell of rust, the man's silent voice sounded, "Honey, I can't stand your tossing now, your bite hurts me."

Wen Yi was discouraged, and sat down beside him, her face still expressionless.

Apart from being cold, he was a little confused, with his eyelids drooping.

After a while, she looked down at the smudged blood on his chest, the color had already darkened, and she asked, "How did you do it?"

He used her word, understatement, "poked."

"..."

Even if it wasn’t poked, it’s almost the same. Anyway, he opened the wound that was healing. She really didn’t understand. Although he was a man and the education he had received since he was a child might not be as afraid of pain as she was, but that It's his own body's own injury. After all, he is also a pampered young man who grew up in a good place. He just re-injured the wound so abruptly. How did he do it?

Dare to feel that his own body is also an object, he can play with it at will for the purpose, it will not hurt, and he will not be reluctant?

She lowered her head, pursed her lips and said, "Mo Shichen, you don't even feel sorry for yourself when you become so cruel."

He said lightly, "I've never been loved before, and I don't care much about anyone. I didn't touch the people around you. Wen Yi, I've worked hard to learn how to love you."

She was stunned for a moment, with mixed emotions in her heart, and slowly bit her lip.

"Didn't your mother love you when she was alive?"

"Probably, but she died too early, and I don't remember much."

She curled her lower lip and couldn't help but said, "Don't Li Qianrui feel sorry for you? I remember someone said that their father and daughter took care of you with every possible care. They treated you very well. Don't pretend to be pitiful to me."

"She takes good care of me, in some things, but in these things, don't I take care of you?"

When he takes care of people, he is indeed very considerate, sensitive and careful, he can think of everything you can think of, and he can still think of things you can't think of, except not enough love... This can't be called a sin, but it is indeed inevitable. into injury.

He doesn't know how to love people, and he doesn't care about people, he will only take those he likes back to the cave, and then use his way to take care of them.

Wen Yi thought for a long time before saying in a low voice, "It's because the weak need to be distressed, and you have never been."

Need it? He really didn't have such a request.

but--

He still didn't let go of the hand bitten by her, and kneaded it instead, "But you love me, I still feel very satisfied."