Beloved Wife on Top : Master Mo, Softly Kiss

Wen Yi's face was already tinged red by the breath gushing out when he spoke, but after hearing this, the blush became deeper and spread to the back of her ears, and she just wanted to kick him again.

She couldn't be more annoyed, so she still held his shirt, tiptoed and bit his lips hard.

Mo Shichen suffered a little pain, but he didn't push her away. Instead, he passively kissed her back. His powerful tongue penetrated into her mouth, holding her sweet softness in his mouth.

Finally went back to the bedroom.

When it was dark, the servant who hadn't seen them go down for a long time hesitated again and again, but decided to come up to remind——

Tonight's dinner, although the wife did not cook it herself, she carefully drew up the menu according to the eldest son's preferences, which took her a lot of thought.

At that time, the sky was so blue that it was almost dark, and the manor was brightly lit, but the lights in the bedroom were off, and the curtains fluttered in the wind, which added a bit of charm to the passion in the room.

On the big double bed in the room, two bodies are lingering to death.

Wen Yi was pressed down by the man, her wrists were pressed on top of her head with one hand, she was powerless to resist, the pleasure brought by the strong and soft collision was like a raging wave, it was going to submerge her, or even drown her.

Her eyes were open, but her vision was blurry and indistinct.

She could only vaguely see the pair above her, handsome and sexy, with a thin layer of sweat on her forehead, as if it was about to drip onto her chest, scorching hot.

She also seemed to see his eyes, which were deep, dark, hot and focused, as if affectionate.

It's just like--

He looked at her the way he did before the accident.

When the door of the bedroom was knocked, her blushing, sweaty and blurred face froze suddenly, she opened her eyes wide and looked at the man on her body, she opened her mouth, and a sentence was unevenly broken, You... the servant called us, Mo Shi Chen, eat...

The man's breath was also unstable, but his tone was barely even, After eating you, go to eat.

Someone... knocked on the door...

Mo Shichen narrowed his eyes. No matter how good-tempered a man is, he can't stand being interrupted while doing business. He was a little impatient when the door knocked just now, so he just endured it for the time being. After all, servants with some seniority usually wink of.

The master and hostess are in the bedroom, and they should not even knock on the door. It is self-evident what they are doing.

He lowered his head, whispered the word Don't care, and then sealed her lips.

Sure enough, the door fell silent after knocking a few times, and it never sounded again.

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When the work was over, the sky was completely dark, and the moon was almost over.

Mo Shichen carried her into the bathroom, and the two of them took a shower together. After all, after a long-distance flight, coupled with the jet lag, the man didn't have the energy to torment her for a second time. After taking a shower, he put on his clothes, Ready to go downstairs for dinner.

Wen Yi sullenly, lost her temper, sat cross-legged on the sofa with her legs crossed, holding a book in her hand, flipping through it casually with her head lowered, and said to him without a good face, Go down and eat by yourself. , I won't eat.

Mo Shichen stared at her from a short distance for a while, and then walked over. He put his hands on the armrest of the sofa, propped up his body, and blocked her sight.

The man's leisurely voice rang out above her head, Madam, your physique is very special. You can be full if you eat some man's food? Do you want to feed you some more?

Wen Yi hadn't reacted yet, but when she understood the meaning, her face flushed instantly, and she almost threw the book in her hand towards his handsome face, Mo Shichen, shut up!

He smiled gently and dotingly, Then shall we go down for dinner?

She turned her face away, No.

Mo Shichen stretched out his hand to break her face, What makes you unhappy, just lift your pants and turn your face.

I've never seen such shamelessness.

He leaned down, Children won't eat when they lose their temper, madam, if you don't talk about it, I'll really feed you.

Wen Yi, ...

She also felt that she was being hypocritical, but it wasn't that she wanted to lose her temper. She just remembered that the servant came up and knocked on the door just now. She probably knew what they were doing. Although some things were tacit, the couple did something like a lover It's normal, but knowing it is a little different from hitting it.

She is not as thick-skinned as this man, and she doesn't want to go down to meet people right now.

Her face softened, she turned her head and said to him, I'll have supper later, you go down to eat first.

Mo Shichen looked at her, his eyes darkened slightly, and then he smiled, and stood up after a while, Okay, I'll come up to accompany you after eating.

After saying that, he turned around, opened the door and walked out of the bedroom.

Wen Yi only felt that he let go in vain, and she didn't realize it for a while. She just subconsciously thought that this man was going to coax her for a while, but he had already left.

I was feeling bored when I had nothing to do!

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Mo Shichen wanted to bring the food to the living room, so the servants rushed over to help, but he flatly refused, and said softly and briefly, Just put the food on the plate for me.

But eldest son... don't you have to go up and down the stairs a few times?

He still smiled slightly, It's okay.

Then Wen Yi, who was huddled on the sofa reading a book, was sulking, and saw the man coming up with a plate.

She pursed her lips and reacted.

How could her little thought be hidden from his eyes.

But she still sat on the sofa and didn't move.

Mo Shichen held the dinner plate in both hands, and his movements were neat and beautiful. He pointed his chin to the French window of the balcony, Madam, open the door for me.

It was inconvenient for him to go downstairs while he was recovering from his injuries, so he set aside a small dining table on the balcony, and it has not been withdrawn since then, but this time it came in handy again.

Wen Yi didn't push back, seeing that he didn't have any hands free, and it would be very hard to hold it like this all the time, so she got off the sofa, walked over at a faster pace, and pushed open the French window.

A slight cool breeze hit, and the ambiguous heating in the room was blown away a lot, giving it a different kind of airy comfort.

Mo Shichen put the dinner plate on the table and took out the dishes one by one.

Seeing that she sat down on the chair looking after herself, she said rather amusedly, Madam, are you hungry? You said just now that you will have supper later.

Wen Yi raised her eyes and stared at him.

He smiled softly and slightly sinisterly, If baby is hungry, I'll go down and bring you all the food, otherwise, if I'm alone, this is enough.

She didn't answer his words, she reached out to take the small bowl and spoon and slowly scooped up the soup. After scooping up half of the bowl, she looked up at him and scolded him, Don't go, do you want to starve me to death?

The smile on his lips deepened, Of order.

Mo Shichen ran upstairs and downstairs three times himself, but didn't ask the servant to help, Wen Yi felt a little embarrassed, Why don't you let Madam Su help you?