He even freed one of the two hands that were originally supporting her waist, hugged her waist, and pressed her body against his in the original position.
Hugging each other tightly, this soft and fragrant body gave him an indescribable spiritual comfort, which was strangely combined with the pain on his neck from her biting for more than 20 seconds, giving him an indescribable feeling. closeness and satisfaction.
To Wen Yi, this action was as if she was really a willful and angry child, and he was patient, tolerant and doting on her, so she soon stopped biting and touched her waist with her backhand to break it off. She tried to open his hands that were locked around her waist, but to no avail.
Her voice was low and vague, and she said bitterly, "Mo Shichen, why are you such a scoundrel?"
He blew into her ears, and his laughter shook her eardrums, "Didn't you tell me, because I am a rogue, and as a rogue, I must be a rogue."
"Get out of my way!"
The man let go of his hand around her waist, and instead pressed her into the mattress. His black head was buried in the hollow of her shoulder. He bit back like she did just now, but with a much lighter, thinner force. Gnating, biting like ants.
He kissed from her shoulders to her collarbone, and after the kiss, he licked her carefully like she was obsessed with it. The taste was extremely erotic, and her breath was thick and hot. Her fringed shawl was taken off at some point, and her body was Only the thin nightgown was left.
"Mo Shichen..." Wen Yi tried her best to push the nearly 1.9-meter male body, but he couldn't push it, and his kiss became more and more unstoppable, making her always have to succumb to the original physical strength. The disadvantaged woman began to panic, especially when he... pressed against her, her whole body froze.
He may have also realized it. His lips and tongue stretched across her cheek, and then fell on her ear. He said in a hoarse voice, "You just said it yourself, compared with eating steamed buns, you would rather eat me... huh?"
Wen Yi only had one word, but unfortunately, although the voice was high-pitched, the breath was still short, "Get out!"
He patiently kissed her cheek, touched his fingers into her skirt, and intentionally or unintentionally picked up her sensitive areas. Even his words were tempting, "It's just ***, you know I always let you in *** It’s your responsibility to be comfortable. When you do it with me, you just need to lie down and enjoy it. You can’t suffer any loss... At worst, tomorrow, we will just pretend it never happened. You continue with yours and I will continue with mine?"
Neuropathy.
She only had these three words in her mind, but what she said was something else, "Give me back my ID."
"No."
"Then get off me."
"Then what should we do?" He was speaking against her lips, a deep smile overflowing from his throat. "You also know that I have never been an obedient man."
… …
Wen Yi struggled fiercely under him, but when had she been his opponent? Besides, Mo Shichen was really affectionate. They had been arguing for as long as they had been separated, and he had become abstinent. There was no relief for a long time, and the attack was urgent and fierce. Coupled with the emotion at this moment, it was so turbulent that even he himself could not control it.
The moment she was entered, she closed her eyes and shed a tear from the corner of her eyes.
The light hanging from the ceiling in the side bedroom was bright, reflecting the water droplets particularly dazzlingly. When Mo Shichen saw it, he was stunned for a few seconds.
Then he bent down and kissed me with the tip of his tongue, his voice was hoarse and gentle, "Why are you crying?"
Silent tears, like water. If he didn't say it, she might not even notice it. Does it count as crying
Was he hurting her because he was too big and a little rough
Or are you crying because of being bullied by him
Or maybe she felt that she couldn't escape his entanglement and siege, and was helpless
Naturally, Wen Yi would not answer him. She stopped struggling at that moment, and her hands fell on the quilt casually. When he kissed her, she turned her face sideways and buried it in the soft white mattress. The other half It was also mostly covered by hair.
If she tried her best to resist, he would have tied her hands with a belt and continued to do it, but the sudden silence and the tears that soaked the white sheets made him forcefully restrain himself. Burning body**.
Fingers with clear joints and scars pushed her hair aside, and kissed her inch by inch with thin lips. "Wen Yi," he sighed, "it's so heart-burning when you cry. Can you please stop crying?"
There are always some women who usually don’t know how to make her cry, but when she really starts to cry, she is at a loss.
Li Qianrui is the type who cries often and has tears in his eyes. He occasionally feels a little pity. When he feels pity, he will say a few words to comfort him, but there are also many times when he is impatient, and then he He was too lazy to speak, even expressionless.
Wen Yi neither cried nor sobbed, and even hid most of her face. Her eyes were closed, and there was no expression on her face. Only her eyelashes, which were beaten with tears, looked a little... The taste of Chu Chu is pitiful.
She didn't reply to his words or look at him. Mo Shichen didn't ask any further questions and lowered his head to kiss her eyes. The tears in the corners of her eyes and the moisture on her eyelashes caused the paused rhythm to slowly resume. stand up.
He wouldn't let her go just yet.
Although Wen Yi didn't expect this man to be aggrieved and let her go, when he reached for a pillow and put it under her waist to facilitate his sexual intercourse, she still felt that he was a beast.
No, worse than a beast.
… … …
After it was over, Mo Shichen wiped her clean first, found another nightgown for her to put on, and then went to the bathroom to take a fighting bath that lasted less than ten minutes, and then shamelessly climbed back into her* *.
The light on the ceiling had long been turned off, and the one beside her bed had also been extinguished. She was lying on her side, with the quilt only up to her waist, draping her neck and shoulders in the dark and quiet light.
The man's warm and cold chest pressed against her back, separated only by a thin layer of pajamas. He turned her body over and found that her face was still open, and the traces of tears she had shed before were long gone. , except that this quiet expression is a continuation of the same lineage.
He lowered his head and rubbed his face against her softer face. His eyes were complicated and his voice was even lower, "Madam, are you angry?"
She felt that he was haunted, and he also felt that she was a difficult problem to solve.
But compared with her "uncompromising", her silence made him feel even more troublesome.
Wen Yi didn't look at him. Compared with the negative distance just now, this intimacy was nothing. She just closed her eyes, not preparing to communicate with him.
The man's eyes darkened, and he pinched her chin with his fingers, "Wen Yi, speak."