In an instant, Chi Huan felt that her nerves had exploded and her mind went blank.
"Mo Shiqian..."
She didn't know what else she could do or say other than call him by his name.
The man deliberately blew into her ear and said in a low voice, "Chi Huan, let's try what happened that night again, okay?"
The word "good or bad" contains three parts of sexy temptation, three parts of gentle strength, and four parts of primitive desire.
Chi Huan couldn't think calmly, couldn't say a complete sentence, and even subconsciously followed his words...
What happened that night.
"You felt very comfortable afterwards, didn't you? Let's try again... huh?"
In fact, she doesn't have a strong willpower anymore, she just refuses out of instinct, "No... No, Mo Shiqian, I won't do it."
Such a soft and even charming rejection has no deterrent effect on a man. The burning kiss spread along her white neck to her collarbone.
Still going down.
The snow-colored softness was squeezed by fingers that were darker than her skin color. Chi Huan was a little panicked, but for a moment she didn't know how to stop him. It wasn't until her legs were severely hit by something hard through the thin cloth that she finally exploded. Suddenly he woke up with a sound.
In just a few minutes, she went from being kissed to losing every inch of her territory.
As soon as this idea came to his mind, Chi Huan desperately wanted to hide, but rolled to the side and rolled off the sofa.
Her shoulder and head hit the coffee table in front of her, and a dull pain hit her unexpectedly. The pain made her gasp, not caring that she had almost been taken advantage of, and tears fell from her eyes in pain.
The charm was gone, leaving only the disheveled woman sitting on the ground in embarrassment, her hands on her shoulders, her knees bent, and she hugged herself and cried.
This incident happened so quickly that it took the man a few seconds to react, and he immediately reached out to pick her up from the carpet.
At this time, Chi Huan was angry and aggrieved. She refused to let him hug her, and stared at him with tears in her eyes.
Mo Shiqian still forcefully picked her up and put her back on the sofa. His voice was low and tight, staring at her tears, "Where did you hit it?"
There were no pillows on his sofa, and she couldn't find anything to throw at him. She sobbed and cursed, "Don't come over here, you are a bad guy with ulterior motives."
She lost her temper, angry with him and angry with herself.
Mo Shiqian frowned even more tightly, and his voice became a little deeper, "Where did you hit?"
Although he is handsome, his face is very cold. People who don't know him will unconsciously feel a little scared when they look at him. At this time, his tone is slightly heavier, which is even more frightening.
Chi Huan felt that he was simply trying to hurt her.
She was already wronged, but after bullying her, she bumped into the coffee table. Instead of comforting her, she gave her a fierce look. This grievance quickly broke out. Tears poured out more and more violently, but she stopped crying.
In fact, it is hard to imagine that a woman like Chi Huan, who has no forbearance at all, can cry without making a sound.
Shedding tears without making a sound is the most pitiful thing.
She lowered her head to arrange her clothes, and tears fell on them, creating a circle of water stains.
"Sorry," Mo Shiqian saw her like this and naturally realized how aggrieved she was. He knelt down in front of her and lowered his voice, "It's my fault. Don't cry."
How could a woman really stop crying just because you told her not to cry? She would only cry harder.
He asked again, "Where does it hurt? Tell me."
Seeing that she just shed tears and did not answer his words, Mo Shiqian was not annoyed. He stretched out his arm and took out two pieces of paper from the paper box, and raised his hand to wipe her tears.
"I don't want you to wipe it."
She was not sure, and the man's movements did not pause at all. He probably had not wiped the woman's tears. He asked in a low voice with a stiff tenderness, "Are you crying because of pain, or because I kissed you?"
"What do you call a kiss?"
He had almost stripped off all his clothes except for his pants, but he still dared to say that it was a kiss.
Mo Shiqian raised his head and looked at her. After a few seconds, he said, "Originally I just planned to kiss."
She stared at him, her chest still rising and falling obviously.
"I can't help myself, I'm sorry."
"Sorry? Are you sincere? If I hadn't fallen, would you have stopped?"
The man lowered his head slightly and was silent for a while.
If she hadn't fallen, would he have stopped—
This question is, well... hard to say.
Of course Chi Huan understands what silence means.
He didn't even know how to refute, even if it was against his will!
Seeing that she didn't speak, Mo Shiqian sat back next to her, frowning, and said in a low voice, "Does it still hurt?"
That voice seemed to be gentle in a trance.
Hearing his question, she unconsciously touched her back, then her head, and said dullly, "It doesn't hurt anymore."
The moment it hit me it was so painful, but once it got over I didn't feel anything at all.
The man leaned closer and said, "Let me take a look."
He was almost beaten just now... Chi Huan naturally wouldn't let him get close now, "Stay away."
"I only look at it, not touch it, huh?"
Chi Huan looked at his handsome face, "Mo Shiqian, the last time was because you took medicine... I also believe that you were affected by the medicine, so I won't let you go to jail." She paused and continued, " If you continue to come here regardless of my wishes, I will really send you to jail. Anyway, Mo Xigu and I have completely blown it off."
"Well," he responded casually, as if he didn't care, and said in a low voice, "Can you let me see it?"
She looked at him for a while, then raised her hand to lift up her long hair and showed him where her shoulder hit the coffee table, "Look to see if it's bruised or swollen."
She flipped up her long hair and could clearly see the bruises on her neck.
Mo Shiqian's handsome brows furrowed deeply, and then he stood up.
Chi Huan didn't know what he wanted to do at first, until she saw him coming back with a medical kit, picked up a tube of ointment, and expertly applied the ointment on her.
Refreshing and cool to the touch, very comfortable.
Chi Huan bent his knees and rested his chin on them. He was very angry, but now it seemed that everything had disappeared.
It wasn't until she finished applying the medicine that she noticed that he looked very unhappy.
Mo Shiqian is a man who rarely sees him happy, but Chi Huan also rarely sees him unhappy. He is indifferent and restrained, as if there is nothing worth being happy or unhappy about.
But this is unpleasant—
Chi Huan always felt that he looked a little alienated and scary.
She secretly looked at him for a while, then pursed her crimson lips and said, "Mo Shiqian, are you unhappy?"
"Um?"
She hesitated for a moment, then asked, "I won't give it to you...are you unhappy?"