Your Excellency, I love you!

"What do you want to hear?" Mo Shiche also looked at her, "Do you want to hear from me that it was indeed me who beat myself, and then you can leave with a sigh of relief."

Luo Qiangwei looked at him for a while, and then slightly curled her lips, "Mo Shiche, do you know that this feeling is quite annoying——you think I will worry about you."

"Then are you worried?"

"..."

He still asks that?

Aren't you worried that she will sit here?

Luo Qiangwei didn't know why he got angry when he asked this question. She stared at his indifferent handsome face for a moment, then suddenly put down the book and stood up, walked over and locked the door of the ward, and drew all the curtains stand up.

It seems to create some kind of private space.

Looking at her movements, Mo Shiche couldn't help but chuckled and narrowed his eyes, "Tangtang, are you going to beat me up? You haven't beaten me too much, so to be honest, I'm looking forward to it. "

"President Mo is a masochist?"

"Well, I want you to abuse me, but I'm afraid you won't."

"oh, I see……"

Luo Qiangwei walked back to the bed with a smile, then bent down, and stretched out her slender little hands from the thin quilt on his body.

Mo Shiche didn't understand what she was going to do at first, until the woman's hand got in completely, and while holding it, her five fingers suddenly exerted force.

The man's jaw tensed, and he reacted almost instantly. His face suddenly changed, and his voice became hoarse, "Tangtang."

"What's the matter?" Luo Qiangwei leaned her upper body close to his handsome face, suddenly opened her mouth and bit down on his ear, and blew a soft wind from her lips, "Shi Che, is it comfortable, eh?"

Mo Shiche's jaw was no longer tense, almost every inch of muscle in his body was tense, his abdominal muscles were hard and hot, and his eyes were so fierce that they could spew fire at any time.

With her wanton and bold movements, the man's breathing became more and more rapid, and the gasping sound revealed a deadly sensuality.

Mo Shiche almost subconsciously turned his head to kiss her, but Luo Qiangwei turned his face away and straightened his upper body slightly, but the movements of his hands didn't stop.

Deliberately tease him.

And without hiding the purpose.

"Tangtang," he rolled his Adam's apple, biting her name hoarsely and impatiently, "Come here," he couldn't help but groan slightly while speaking, "Kiss me for a while, let me touch you."

He said that the hand beside him had also been raised, but was pressed down by the woman's raised knee, knowing that he could not move, so her hand became more and more unscrupulous, with a glamorous and playful smile on the corner of her mouth, "How does it feel to be manipulated and unable to resist, um... Shi Che?"

Mo Shiche's forehead and bridge of nose were covered with thin beads of sweat, his thin lips were slightly parted, and he gasped, "Scream again."

"What's it called?"

"Call me Shi Che."

"So you like me calling you that," Luo Qiangwei smiled, and suddenly leaned into his ear again, her sweet and soft voice was charming and charming, "At that time, Che, are you coming soon?"

Mo Shiche stared at her with lustful eyes, as if he wanted to suck her into his eyes, "Mmm..."

Upon hearing his response, Luo Qiangwei immediately let go at this most critical moment.

Mo Shiche's pupils contracted heavily, and he almost gritted his teeth and growled, "Sheng Tang! Give me your hand back!"

"Oh, I can't put it back," Luo Qiangwei smiled, "I usually only come here once, but since you've been here for such a long time, my hands are sore, so I quit."