Young Master Mo’s Gentle Kiss: Wife, Won’t You Accept It?

But he didn't say that. He watched her for a long time with a pair of misty black eyes open, and then said in a weak voice, "Then you feed me."

Wen Yi, "..."

She said lightly, "You loosen my hand and I will give you water and medicine."

Mo Shichen sat up with "difficulty", half-closed his eyes and said weakly, "Give me the medicine and give me the water. One hand is enough."

Wen Yi turned his face away and looked at him again, "Don't take it for granted. You are holding my hand. I have the right to take it back without reason."

The man raised his eyelids and looked at her, "Are you still taking medicine?"

Wen Yi, "..."

She did not care about the patient. She first handed the medicine into his hand, and then lifted the glass. When she passed it over, the man swallowed the medicine without changing his face, and then took it. After the water, I looked up and took a few sips. Finally, I put the glass back in its original place.

Wen Yi watched him lie back after taking the medicine, and was about to withdraw his hand. As a result—

The man tried in vain, and Wen Yi was not wary of it, so he was caught off guard and fell directly on him.

She was stunned, even stunned for a few seconds, and she was about to get up in a rush, but it was a pity that Mo Shichen seemed to have anticipated her movement, and his arms circled her waist, preventing her from getting up from her body at all.

"Mo Shichen--"

The man still said with a nasal voice, "Cold medicine hypnotizes, sleep with me for a while, I haven't slept all night."

Wen Yi felt that this man was naturally funny, "Did you burn out your brain? Why should I sleep with you?"

He was still in that tone, idle and lazy, "You threw my things away and caused me to get a fever in the rain. Shouldn't you be responsible?"

Wen Yi struggled for a long time, feeling hot and sweating on his body. The man was still holding her as a okay person. She couldn't help but slammed his chest with a fist. She couldn't help but sarcastically, "I think you have the strength In some comparisons, it’s not like someone with a cold and a high fever at all."

The man raised his eyes, "Do you change your hand to touch?"

Wen Yi, "..."

"Mo Shichen, don't play a rogue to me, let go."

He still ignored him, changed his posture and pulled her off his body. He put his arms around her in a pillow-like manner, with his head buried in her shoulders, and said in a vague voice, "Stop making trouble, I feel uncomfortable. "

Wen Yi really wanted to kill this bastard.

It's easy to say or not to listen, but it is not to listen to it. The oil will not die, and the salt will not penetrate.

She shouldn't be near him at all.

Wen Yi was forced to lie beside him, with the man’s hot breathing in her ears, which made her very upset and didn’t know what she was thinking of. She was very irritable and simply turned her head to look at his closed eyes, cold. Liang ridiculed, "Mo Shichen, don't play such bitter tricks with me. I told you last night that I am not a teenage girl, so I deliberately got caught in the rain and picked up the letter I threw away. This kind of routine-yes, me, no use."

He really considered him the first day she knew him, don't you know how bad he was?

What about picking up letters in the rain? He is Mo Shichen. It's only useful to pick it up. Don't pick up the useless things. He doesn't bother to look at it!

Oh, so speaking of it, it is also useful for him to pick them up, after all, he now...seems to want to chase her back.

Suddenly, the man beside him turned over and directly shackled her under him.

Mo Shichen stared at her condescendingly. He squinted his eyes and made a dumb smile in his throat, "Mrs. Mo... So you think I'm trying to seduce you by picking up letters and catching a cold."

A person with a cold breathe extraordinarily heavy. He has a fever again and the temperature is higher than usual. The breath sprayed on the woman's face, inevitably stained with thin red. He pinched her chin with his fingers, and chuckled in a low voice. He said, "Then you go and come back... Does it mean that my seduction is quite effective, eh?"

Wen Yue turned his face away, and did not look at those smiling and meaningful deep eyes. The cold voice was a bit stiff unconsciously, "Mo Shiqian asked me to see if you are really sick or excuses. Absenteeism."

After she finished speaking, she turned her head and looked at the man above herself angrily, "Have you been upset, let me go."

Instead of letting go of her, Mo Shichen's handsome face was lowered and slowly approached, "It seems to be really effective..." There was a smile in his voice, that kind of playful, careless smile. But it is very secretive, and it is occasionally leaked out, and it only appears **** and frivolous, "But I just think...you threw my things and made me pick it up in the middle of the night, and I caught a cold in the rain and need to be punished."

Wen Yi felt that his breath had been taken away by him. He simply met his sight and said mockingly, "For example?"

The man’s eyes were pretended to be surprised, as if she was surprised how she thought so, and her voice was especially innocent. If it weren’t for the smile on his lips too wanton, "I just want to... let you taste it." The taste of a cold, so I want to hug and sleep together, can I pass it on to you."

Wen Yi, "..."

She looked at the handsome face close at hand, as if seeing a wicked and bewitching smile, and a low and hoarse voice in her ears, "but this posture seems to remind me...there is a faster way."

Speaking of falling, the hot thin lips pressed down.

Wen Yi was about to explode, this man really wanted to pass on her cold!

Bastard.

This **** can always be more **** than she thought.

Mo Shichen's fingers rubbed her slippery jaw line like he couldn't put it down. He lowered his eyes to watch her eyebrows that were infested with the charming color, and said gently and slowly, "Mrs. Mo, you can catch a cold once. Isn't it more thorough?"

Wen Yi's pupils, which were out of focus by his extremely skillful kiss, finally gathered again, looked at his burning eyes, raised his brows and asked, "Aren't you too sick to get out of bed? Mo Shichen, are you? Pretended?"

"You too underestimate men," his handsome face was stained with evil temptation, and his voice was **** and fatal, low and dumb. "Mrs. Mo, I found that these professional formal attire you wear are not feminine enough... but they are very attractive. of."

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