She lowered her head and bit the man's shoulder, wanting to vent her anger and bite off a piece of meat, "Can't you drink water after you finish it?"
"You're so useless, how do I know when I'm going to finish it."
Is she useless
Chi Huan was no longer willing to communicate with this man who had no shame at all.
She bit her lip and said nothing, and did not answer his questions. She closed her mouth and eyes. She felt very tired, so she simply gave up on herself and leaned on the man's shoulder, letting him do whatever he wanted.
Mo Shiqian stopped and looked down at her, "Your apartment is almost 300 square meters. If you enjoy this position and want me to carry you throughout the house, you can just say so."
"In the restaurant."
The man raised his eyebrows and glanced at it. It was easy to tell where the restaurant was.
As soon as he walked to the door, he saw the table of food at a glance.
There are soups, some meat and some vegetarian, many kinds, very rich.
If it hadn't been so cold, it would probably be considered delicious and delicious.
Mo Shiqian's eyes immediately turned cold.
Of course he didn't think that Chi Huan did it himself, and he never thought about this possibility.
She has always been a wealthy young lady who has never had anything to do with love since she was a child. Even though she cooked once during the time they were together, it was only once...
Although he didn't eat it or even see it, he could fully imagine the level.
He thought that even if she and the man surnamed Yin were together, it was just the beginning, otherwise he would not have sent her back and left within a few minutes...
So this is...a break-in
He curled his lips and let out a cold smile from his throat, "Is that Yin still cooking for you?"
Chi Huan frowned, knowing that he had misunderstood and didn't bother to explain.
"Aren't you here to drink water?"
"Do you really like men who can cook?"
Chi Huan felt that he was unhappy again.
She didn't want to talk to him, but she couldn't ignore the amplified sensory stimulation.
"Mo Shiqian, can you please be more gentle?"
The man ignored her and didn't go to get the water. Instead, he walked to the dining table and put her on the table—
To be precise, he put her on the table, because... they were not separated.
So cold…
Chi Huan's eyes widened, wondering what he wanted to do, and looked at him in panic, "What are you doing?"
He was really becoming more and more perverted, even more perverted than she thought or imagined.
The man glanced at the meals and said calmly, "I'm tired. Let's take a rest. You have to know that walking like this is very tiring."
Chi Huan, "..."
There is no lower limit when a man acts like a hooligan with you. Unless you are more hooligan than him, you can only choose to shut up.
She turned her face aside.
Mo Shiqian didn't care, he put one hand around her waist and moved closer, while the other hand reached directly to her back.
It took a while for Chi Huan to realize that he was eating the food she cooked.
And do it directly with your hands.
She tilted her head and looked at him. This behavior should have been very inconsistent with the etiquette of his aloof CEO, but his slow and orderly look still looked very elegant, as if he was tasting slowly.
Then he frowned, showing a critical look, and said calmly, "The meat is overcooked."
Chi Huan, "..."
Then he pinched the green vegetables again, and he was picky and a little bit light. He said with calm disdain, "I don't know how to pick fresh vegetables."
Chi Huan, "..."
"It's not like I'm making food for you, why are you so picky?"
"If you don't have a good level, you don't have a good level. You can't say that anymore?"
Chi Huan, "..."
She was annoyed.
She has been cooking for several years. In order to make a living when she had no money, she couldn't afford the delicious food in hotels outside and couldn't afford the cheap food, so she had to save her money to buy ingredients for herself.
Later, when she got rich, cooking became a hobby. Although it was not frequent, she would use it for fun when she had time.
No level means no level
Chi Huan turned to look at him, a smile appeared on her face, "Mo Shiqian."
"Um?"
Her smile deepened, "Have you had too many women in the past few years, and your kidneys have been used up?"
The man said nothing and stared at her quietly, making her feel scared.
After a while, he said four words with a smile in his voice, "You want to stir up trouble?"
"I feel that I am not comfortable enough or satisfied, so I am making trouble. Aren't you, Mr. Mo, so glass-hearted that you can't even listen to the truth? Ah... But after all, you are already thirty, and you have passed the peak of a man... Ah."
Suddenly, Chi Huan screamed and her nails almost dug into the man's shoulders.
Mo Shiqian lowered his head, stared at her, and said a word from his throat, "Chi Huan, are you looking for death?"
When she said these words, she was mentally prepared to be tormented by men...
Even an ordinary man would not be able to hear such words, let alone Mo Shiqian...
He is so possessive and conquering now, how could he allow the woman under him to question his "ability".
After a few minutes she couldn't stand it anymore.
But the man was getting fiercer and fiercer, showing no intention of slowing down, especially a pair of eyes staring at her calmly, even if they were gradually covered with a layer of blood, it only made this calmness add a layer of horror.
Chi Huan felt—
Ever since that morning in the hotel, she had noticed that when this man pressed her down and forced her to have sex with him, he preferred to torture her and watch her lose control rather than venting himself.
He just said a few provocative words, and he probably wouldn't stop until she was tortured until she cried and begged for mercy.
Mo Shiqian saw that she was approaching the limit of opening her mouth. He smiled lowly and raised his hand to pinch her chin and kissed her deeply for half a minute. Then he said softly and hoarsely, "Isn't it comfortable enough?"
Chi Huan couldn't help it, and finally gritted his teeth and shook his head.
"Enough or not enough?"
She bit her lip and nodded.
"Say, I can't understand mute."
Chi Huan's perfectly trimmed nails dug deeper into the man's shoulders.
"Shu... comfortable."
"Satisfied?"
"… yes."
Mo Shiqian raised the corners of his lips, raised his other hand and slowly rubbed her lips, and said in a low voice, "It seems like you haven't tasted this table of food yet, give it a try... and then tell me the truth. Is it yummy."
The hint in his movements was so obvious that Chi Huan certainly understood what he meant. There was no way he would really let her taste the food on the table.
Her expression suddenly changed, "Mo Shiqian, can you stop being so perverted and disgusting?"
He looked at her, smiled leisurely, and said slowly and lazily, "Apart from perverted and disgusting, do you have no other words?"
"You are nothing but perverted and disgusting now!"
The man smiled lowly and spoke in a sexy and lazy voice, a little playful and unspeakable, "Huanhuan, if I had just met you, I would have thought you were a shy little virgin. It’s just your fingers, this is so disgusting... So how do you describe the ones you’ve tasted before, eh?”
before…
Chi Huan bit her lip heavily, "I don't want it, Mo Shiqian, please don't disgust me anymore."