Mo Shichen, “…”
He held the steering wheel tightly with his fingers, and it took him a while to recover and accept the fact. He freed up a hand to reach out to her face to wipe her tears, and his voice became a little lower, "Stop crying. I'm driving and you're likely to get into an accident if you make such a fuss..."
"go away!"
Before he could finish his words, he was pushed away by the woman's hand.
Mo Shichen, “…”
He thought about it for a minute, but gave up on coaxing her. He couldn't concentrate so much on driving, let alone coaxing an unconscious drunk cat.
The car stopped in front of the apartment building. When she got out of the car, she was fussy and uncooperative. Mo Shichen really didn't have that much of a good temper and talked to her in a nice voice. His face was stern and cold.
He had already discovered that Wen Yi was completely different when she was drunk and when she was sober. The more he coaxed her, the more he rubbed his nose and eyes, stared at her with a fierce look, and soon he didn't dare to say anything.
He bullies the weak and fears the strong, just like a naughty child.
When she calmed down and stopped making noises, he personally carried her out of the car. He couldn't help but find it funny when he saw her pouting and feeling aggrieved. There were still traces of tears on her eyelashes.
When he was hugged by the woman whose name he didn't even remember in the bar, he was still thinking that he had seen Qian Rui's tears many times, and it was the same for this woman who didn't know what relationship he had when he saw him again after five years. Her eyes were blurred by uncontrollable tears, and she suddenly lost her consciousness. There was only Wen Yi—
From the first meeting, he looked calm, sober and arrogant, and wished he could step on him. There was no sense of being a couple, not even the slightest emotion on his face when he saw his late husband after being a couple for a while.
He was still wondering if this woman would look like she was crying, but in the blink of an eye he saw her sobbing in frustration.
Crying gave him a headache.
Carrying him all the way to the door, he lowered his head and said to the woman in his arms, "What's the password?"
How could she tell him the password to her door when she was so drunk? After Mo Shichen asked three times and didn't get an answer, he decisively gave up and looked for another way and called Mother Wen directly.
After a few words, Mother Wen told her the password, and then asked, "Is Yi'er very drunk?" After asking, she thought, she didn't remember the password to the house, so she must be too drunk. Qing, so he asked again, "Do you want me to come over and take care of you?"
Mo Shichen raised his eyelids and smiled gently, "I will take care of her."
Wen's mother didn't speak for a while, and sighed vaguely. In the end, she didn't say anything more, and only told Wen Yi some things to pay attention to when she was drunk.
Mo Shichen replied in a low voice very patiently, "I understand."
After opening the door and entering the room, Wen Yi was not put down. The lights were turned on all the way. It was not until he found the bedroom that Mo Shichen put the woman in his arms into the mattress and followed him up. The volley pressed above her.
He looked at her still-green eyelashes and her dry face, pinched her chin with his fingers, and the hot air from his breath spurted onto her face, itching so much that she couldn't help but want to turn away and dodge. But it was no match for the man's strength, so she looked at him with wide eyes.
When their eyes met, Mo Shichen's heart suddenly shook slightly.
She had never looked at him seriously and carefully with such eyes. The normal look at each other was either cold and indifferent, or ridiculing and mocking. At the best of times, it was as plain as lake water.
They were all hostile, distant, and indifferent, none of which showed her displeasure with him.
At this time, there was neither cold ridicule nor laziness or indifferent detachment in these eyes. They seemed to be very focused, but they were gradually covered with a layer of confusion.
Mo Shichen's eyes became darker and darker, but her red lips raised, and a low sigh came from her lips, "You are so beautiful."
“…”
He raised his eyebrows and looked at the woman trapped under him.
Wen Yi guessed that she really loved his face. Maybe if one day she lost her memory like Mo Shichen and couldn't remember him, when she saw him again, she would definitely feel... Hey, this man looks so good. It really suits her wishes and aesthetics.
Drunkness caused her to fall into fragmented "amnesia".
She raised her hand and touched his face, and after a while she said quite contentedly, "I don't care about you hurting me..." The woman's final tone was very long, lazy when she was sober, and present when she was drunk. He is not usually charming and naive, "But..."
He saw her blinking her eyes, showing a bit of shyness and ruthlessness. She opened and closed her red lips to seduce him and said something even more unexpected to him, "I want to take advantage..."
Mo Shichen's eyebrows were raised high.
Before he could finish digesting this sentence, soft lips pressed against hers.
When I first saw her in the bar tonight, the idea of sleeping with her came to me clearly and decisively.
He is not a gentleman, not to mention that after that night in Jiangcheng, he has quite a taste for food. He has been thinking about her taste and has been courteous to her recently. In addition to being true to what he said to her, he is afraid that he will regret it after regaining his memory. He lost his wife, so he made an objective choice that he felt was right, and planned to get his life back on track.
But the more direct idea is to sleep with her again.
Her soft skin, white legs, and soft body made her a perfect match for him in bed. What's more, he loved to see her pestering him softly begging for mercy after her usual reserve and calmness was broken. The bad nature, conquer hard, **** hard.
Pleasure of mind and body.
She originally planned to seduce her while drunk, but before he even started seducing her... she seduced him first.
There were too many women who had seduced him, and they all seemed boring to him. This was the first time, at least in his current memory, that he felt... interesting.
Mo Shichen smiled softly, lowered his head and approached her with only a thin piece of paper between them. His voice was deep and sexy, "What advantage do you want to take advantage of me?"
As soon as he came closer, she felt like a coveted delicacy was brought to her lips. She opened her mouth and took the man's thin lips into her mouth without hesitation.
The tip of her tongue traced the shape of his lips carefully and patiently, and then licked it softly and wetly. Then she went in again and entangled with the tongue that greeted her. The ambiguous sound of lips and tongues intertwining soon sounded in the bedroom. sound.
One was a skilled kisser, while the other was ignorant and had no inhibitions. They kissed like this for who knows how long. After it ended, Mo Shichen, who was still savoring the taste of this deep kiss, felt the woman's breath blowing past his ears, and then he listened to her She whispered in his ear, "You taste better than you look."
Mo Shichen felt that all the blood in his body was boiling in an instant. Even taking aphrodisiac would not arouse 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, and he said word by word, "Wen Yi, you are seducing me, huh?"