Lucky to Have You Till the End

Tang Xinyan pulled away the broken hair on Wei Mo Chi's forehead, and saw a newly opened wound on it, her pupils tightened, "What's the matter? Have you been injured?"

Seeing the tension and panic in her eyes, he stretched out his long arms, took her into his arms, put his chin on top of her head, and said in a low voice, "It's okay, a little hurt, don't worry."

Hearing his words, Tang Xinyan angrily pushed him away.

She walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, her lips pressed tightly, mist gushing out of her black and white apricot eyes.

He always did this. He didn't tell her the last time he was injured in the back explosion, and he didn't tell her about his forehead injury.

If she didn't find out, when did he intend to hide it from her?

She has confessed everything to him, but what about him?

In her heart, he is still mysterious and far away.

Mo Chiwei looked at Tang Xinyan's angry back, he walked behind her, his long arms wrapped her slender waist.

The firm jaw rested on her shoulders, grasped her soft little hand, and squeezed it lightly, "It's because I'm afraid you will know that you are sad, like this, I won't say it. It's okay for a man to get hurt."

Tang Xinyan shook off his big hand and walked forward two steps, but he quickly came up again, his thin lips sucking on her white jade ear beads, and the hot breath poured into her cochlea, "Madam, don't be angry. Ok?"

His voice was already deep and mellow. After deliberately lowering it, it became more and more magnetic. Her neck shrank and her ears were flushed. Treat as your wife!"

"No, why don't I treat you as a wife?" His big palm slowly moved up from her lower abdomen. After the shower, she only put on a bathrobe, which was vacuumed inside. He reached in and held it directly. In a ball, her cheek instantly burned like fire, "Wei Mo Chi, don't be like this!"

"Which?" He held her shoulders, turned her over, facing him directly.

She reached the floor-to-ceiling window with her back and opened her mouth. Before she could say anything, she was sucked into her thin lips heavily.

She clenched her hands into fists and beat him on the shoulder, whimpering indistinctly in her mouth, "Mo...uh..."

While she was speaking, his tongue slid in.

He pulled off the strap of her bathrobe, and his rough fingers wandered freely on her slippery skin.

...

She was pregnant, he didn't dare to pick her up and just do it, he carried her to the bed.

She was so dizzy by his kiss, her long eyelashes closed lightly, letting his kiss fall from her lips to cheeks, ears...

His fingertips, with the scorching temperature, make every inch of skin touched, which can make him shiver.

She opened her misty eyes and wanted him to stop. She was still angry and couldn't do such a thing, but she couldn't speak at all.

With a mouth, his thin lips were blocked.

Seeing his handsome and profound face, strong chest, and evenly distributed six-pack abs, her heart beat faster.

He belongs to the type that makes girls scream, whether it's figure or face.

Even a certain place is talented.

The temperature in the room is getting higher and higher, like a single spark, it can start a prairie fire.

...

After experiencing last night, it was not so painful.

But hot, quite hot.

His breath is all around, clear, charming, hot, and magnetic--

Full of male hormones.

She is like a flat boat floating in the sea, and he is holding up her waves, making her ups and downs, shaking with his rhythm.