Beloved Wife on Top : Master Mo, Softly Kiss

Mo Shichen, ...

He held the steering wheel tightly with his fingers, and it took him a while to calm down and accept this fact. He stretched out a hand to touch her face, trying to wipe her tears, and lowered his voice a little, Don't cry, I'm driving and you're prone to accidents if you make such a fuss...

go away!

Before he could finish speaking, the woman's hand forcefully pushed him away.

Mo Shichen, ...

He thought about it for a minute, but he gave up on coaxing her. He couldn't concentrate so much while driving, let alone coaxing a drunk cat who was unconscious.

The car stopped in front of the apartment building, and when she got out of the car, she made a fuss about not cooperating. Mo Shichen really didn't talk to her that much in a good manner, with a straight face, cold and fierce.

He had already discovered that Wen Yi, who was drunk, was completely different from when she was sober. The more he coaxed her, the more excited she was, staring at her fiercely, and he didn't dare to say anything after a while.

Bully the weak and fear the hard, just like a brat.

When she calmed down and stopped fussing, he personally carried her out of the car again. Seeing her pouting and aggrieved, he couldn't help but find it funny, with tears still hanging on her eyelashes.

Just now when he was hugged by the woman whose name he didn't even remember at the bar, he was still thinking that he had seen Qianrui's tears many times, and that this woman who didn't know what had anything to do with him saw him again after five years. The uncontrollable tears in my eyes were hazy, and I suddenly lost my mind, only Wen Yi——

From the first face, with that calm, sober and proud look, I wish I could step on him, there is no feeling of a husband and wife, not even the slightest bit of emotion when I was a husband and wife and saw my dead husband in vain.

He also wondered if this woman would look like she was weeping, but in the blink of an eye, he saw her sobbing aggrievedly.

Crying gave him a headache.

All the way to the door, he lowered his head and said to the woman in his arms, What's the password?

So drunk, how could she tell him the password of her own house? Mo Shichen asked three times and didn't get an answer, so he decisively gave up looking for another way, and called Wen's mother directly.

After a few words, Mother Wen told her the password, and then asked, Is Yi'er very drunk? After asking, she thought again, since she didn't remember the password of the house, she must be very drunk Light, so he said again, Do you want me to come and take care of you?

Mo Shichen raised his eyelids and said with a gentle smile, I will take care of her.

Mother Wen didn't speak for a while, and sighed indistinctly over there. In the end, she didn't say anything, and only told Wen Yi something to pay attention to when she was drunk.

Mo Shichen replied patiently and in a low voice, I understand.

Opening the door, Wen Yi was not put down after entering the house, the lights were turned on all the way, until he found the bedroom, Mo Shichen put the woman in his arms into the mattress, and followed closely behind him, Ling Kong pressed on top of her.

He looked at her still somewhat naked eyelashes and her dry face, pinched her chin with his fingers, and the hot air from his breath sprayed onto her face, itching so much that she couldn't help but want to turn her face away, However, she couldn't match the man's strength, so she opened her eyes wide and looked at him.

When the four eyes met, Mo Shichen's heart trembled slightly unexpectedly.

She has never looked at him seriously and carefully with such eyes. The normal gaze is either cold and indifferent, or mocking and mocking. At the best time, it is as calm as a lake.

They were all hostile, alienated, and indifferent, none of which showed her dislike for him.

But at this time, there was neither indifferent sarcasm nor laziness or indifferent alienation in those eyes. They seemed to be very focused, but they were gradually covered with a fog of confusion.

Mo Shichen's eyes became darker and darker, but her red lips lifted up, and a low sigh came from between her lips, You look so pretty.

...

He raised his eyebrows and looked at the woman trapped under him.

Wen Yi reckons that she really loves his face, maybe if one day she also loses her memory like Mo Shichen and doesn't remember him, when she sees him again, she will definitely still feel... Sigh, this man looks like an old man. It is really in line with her mind and aesthetics.

Drunkenness made her fall into a fragmented amnesia.

She raised her hand to touch his face, and after touching it for a while, she said quite satisfied, I don't care about your murder of me... The woman's ending sound is very long, lazy when awake, lazy when drunk, Showing a charming and naive look that is not usually there, But...

He saw her blinking her eyes, showing a little shyness, and she was very rascal, she opened and closed her red lips to tempt him, and said something even more unexpected to him, I want to take advantage...

Mo Shichen raised his brows high.

Before he could finish digesting the words, his soft lips pressed against her.

When I saw her for the first time at the bar tonight, the idea of ​​sleeping with her emerged clearly and decisively.

He is not a gentleman, not to mention that after that night in Jiangcheng, he has a bit of knowledge, has been thinking about her taste, and recently courted her, except that he did what he said to her himself, and was afraid that he would regret it when he regained his memory. His wife was gone, so he made an objective judgment and made the right choice, intending to bring his life back on the right track.

But the more direct idea is to sleep with her again.

Wen Yifu has long white legs and a soft body, and she fits in very well with him in bed matters. What's more, he loves to see her haunting him begging for mercy softly after her usual reserved and calm is defeated, easily hooking his bones. Inferiority, severely conquered, severely ravaged.

Physical and mental pleasure.

She originally planned to seduce him while drinking, but before he started seducing... she seduced him first.

There are too many women who have seduced him, and they basically made him feel boring. This is the first time, at least the first time in his current memory, that he finds... very interesting.

Mo Shichen smiled softly, lowered his head and approached her with a distance of only a thin sheet of paper, his voice was hoarse and sexy, What do you want to take advantage of me?

As soon as he got closer, she seemed to be salivating delicious food delivered to her lips, and she opened her mouth to enclose the man's thin lips without hesitation.

The tip of her tongue meticulously and patiently traced the shape of his lips, licked it moistly and softly, and then poked it in again, entangled with the tongue that greeted her, and the ambiguous entanglement of lips and tongues soon resounded in the bedroom sound.

One has superb kissing skills, the other is ignorant and has no taboos. They just kissed like this for an unknown time. After the end, Mo Shichen was still thinking about the taste of this deep kiss. His ears were blown by the woman's breath, and then he listened to her. He whispered in his ear, You are more delicious than you look.

Mo Shichen felt that the blood in his whole body was boiling in an instant, even if he took aphrodisiacs, he would not have such a strong and menacing desire in such a short period of time.

His eyes were red, his fingers pinched her chin harder, his voice became hoarse, he paused every word, Wen Yi, you're seducing me, huh?