Your Excellency, I love you!

That moment of showing talent... She was in pain.

How could it not be painful, except for the time with Mo Shiche in the hotel before marriage, she had never had any man, so it was impossible for her to get used to it.

What's more, she is still in a state of tension, and her senses will be more acute.

Mo Shiche looked at her holding her breath, angry and funny, but she couldn't help but kept sobbing, with a pitiful and angry charming look...

I can't take it anymore.

Mo Shiche bent down, licked and kissed the tears from the corners of her eyes, and took her hand.

Sensing his intention, Luo Qiangwei opened her eyes wide in horror, "You..."

"I couldn't help it when I was in the car." Mo Shiche's kiss spread to her ears, and he said in a low and hoarse voice, "Help me get it out, I won't do anything, and you don't have to be in pain Yes, huh?"

Luo Qiangwei felt that she should give him a slap in the face before pushing him away, but her whole body was stiff and even tense, and she couldn't move at all.

It was the first time that she was so close and directly touched that thing in a waking state... It was impossible for her not to be afraid, and even though she drugged him in the hotel last time, it did leave a little shadow on her.

I don't know how long it took to move, until Luo Qiangwei felt that his wrist was about to be dislocated, the man finally let go.

Mo Shiche pressed his whole body on her body, not only rubbing her restlessly with his hands, but also kept bowing his head and kissing her.

Luo Qiangwei was so tired that she didn't want to move at all, but her body was sticky. She stared at the ceiling and said calmly, "Mo Shiche, you've made me so dirty. I have to take a shower and sleep, and I have to go to the set tomorrow morning." .”

Mo Shiche buried his head in her neck and gasped for breath. Hearing this, he pulled her across the face and kissed her deeply, as if announcing the end of the last affair. Then he got up and picked her up and walked to the bathroom.

After washing thoroughly, Mo Shiche helped Luo Qiangwei dry her body, wrapped her in a silk bathrobe, carried her to the bedside and sat down, and brought her a hairdryer.

He stood behind her, drying her hair.

His slender fingers ran through her long hair, his movements were gentle and careful, as if he was afraid of hurting her, he said in a hoarse voice, "I will ask the director for leave tomorrow."

Luo Qiangwei lowered her face, "I'm going to the film crew, that's my job, and you don't need to interfere."

The man's low voice seemed to be coaxing her, "Your eyes will swell when you cry."

"It's not the first time someone saw my eyes swollen," she laughed mockingly, "When you were chasing you before, you always ignored me and always drove me away. I often sat by the river and cried. Everyone in the sky laughed at me and said that I shamelessly chased after men, I have long been used to it."

Mo Shiche stopped blowing his hair suddenly, he looked down at her, his Adam's apple rolled, "Which time?"

"Didn't you always drive me away when you saw me?" She curled her lips, as calmly as if she was talking about someone else's past, "I don't remember either, maybe hundreds of times."

It took him a long time before he said, "I didn't know you could cry, you don't look like a woman who can hide from crying."

"Persons with a ruthless face may seem more invincible." Luo Qiangwei smiled to herself, "But it doesn't matter, so I can understand you sometimes. I can understand that you hate me. Anyone who wants to be hated It's not a good feeling to be pestered."

It's just that she can't let go of the original one, what can she do if she likes him, she tries to think about him, but then she may suffocate to death.