Wen Yi smiled without a smile, "You are really more lenient than my mother."
He didn't speak, but still pressed his feet against the door panel to prevent her from closing the door.
She stretched out her hand towards him, "It's okay if you don't sleep, just give me my ID."
Mo Shichen looked at her condescendingly, his eyes as deep as ink.
The man didn't respond to her, and she didn't wait much. She turned around and walked to the bed. She didn't even care that the door was open.
She lifted the quilt and was about to climb onto the bed. Just as she was about to climb up, the man who followed her in hugged her waist from behind. He kissed her warmly on the back of her neck and whispered hoarsely against her. , "Madam, if you really don't want to do anything, then let's do some hobbies... It's healthier to exercise than to sleep without control all day and night."
"I do not want."
"Then go out and I'll take you for a drive."
"Not interested in."
He lost his patience and started smelling from the back of her neck to her shoulders, and then up to her ears. Finally, he simply pulled her shoulders to turn her around, clasped her face with his big hands and kissed her deeply on the lips.
In an instant, the two fell on the bed, with Mo Shichen on top, pressing her down.
Dense kisses occupied every inch of her skin, and her hot breath swept away everything he touched.
She bent her knees, without closing her eyes, but looked at the ceiling, and asked the man on her body calmly, "Mo Shichen, why are you so calm and contented as a beast?"
He kissed her cheek and said hoarsely, "I gave you a chance to choose."
"Stop farting."
She never had a chance to choose, she could only be chosen by him.
Mo Shichen was silent for a moment and asked again, "Do you want to do it or go out?"
She sneered, "I'll tell you to get lost."
How could he get out.
He spread Wen Yi's legs. Still in this position, the man penetrated her completely like last night. There was no foreplay and no gentleness. He was very aggressive when he came up. The woman who had not even begun to adapt was confused by his size. It almost brought tears to my eyes.
These tears were different from last night, and she forced them back by closing her eyes.
Mo Shichen was above, studying her face from beginning to end.
Except for the subconscious frown caused by the discomfort of his intrusion, her indifferent expression showed almost no changes in emotions, and she even submitted to being possessed by him.
She struggled and resisted last night, but it wasn't until he succeeded that she seemed to give up.
From the beginning today, she seemed to have no intention of resisting. Even if she was willing to compromise a little bit, even if she didn't go out and got up and said she wanted to read a book or watch a movie, he might give up because he had no such intention in the first place. It's just a temporary idea and then follow the trend.
The warm and moist tightness obviously made him extremely comfortable and satisfied, but the pleasure of sex failed to infect his spiritual world.
He even felt a little inexplicable irritation.
Wen Yi closed her eyes, only wishing that the other senses of her body could not be closed at the same time. As soon as her eyes closed, everything in front of her fell into darkness and disappeared neatly and completely.
Naturally, she didn't see the man's tight jawline.
Mo Shichen lowered his head, kissed her cheek closely, then moved to her ears, which were sensitive to most people, and deliberately teased her, but as expected, she still stiffened.
"Wen Yi," his hoarse voice sounded close to her ear bones, "Do you want to tell me that if I trap you to death, you are going to live next to me like a walking zombie?"
Wen Yi still closed her eyes, as if she didn't hear his words, and didn't give him any response.
The man smiled deeply in her ear, and the attack beneath him suddenly changed. It was very fast, very deep, and very heavy, and it hit the innermost part, as if it was coated with a layer of rough malice.
She endured it for a while, but soon she couldn't bear it anymore. She gritted her teeth, unconsciously ran her fingers over his body, and then grabbed his clothes.
Wen Yi was soon unable to resist the extremely and extremely malicious manipulation or grinding. She was holding back the cries and screams because she bit her lips tightly to prevent them from overflowing out of control.
Mo Shichen liked to see her being so stubborn and intolerable to him, but he just couldn't stand it. She almost bit her lip to hold back the bleeding, so he freed up one hand to use Qiao Qiao to pinch her jaw. She was forced to open her mouth slightly, and her upper and lower teeth were unable to bite with lethal force.
Sure enough, without this barrier, the moan in her throat could no longer be suppressed.
Men always like to hear women moaning uncontrollably under them, not to mention that Mo Shichen's desire to conquer is never less than that of others, not to mention that it is women like Wen Yi who have the greatest sense of accomplishment.
He lowered his head to kiss her, but not her lips, just pecked the corners of her lips. The gentle slanting wind and drizzle formed two stark contrasts with the rhythm beneath her body. Tenderness and cruelty were like the two heavens of ice and fire. .
Apart from other aspects, at least in China, no one understands this man's style better than Wen Yi.
She put her arms around his neck, used her strength to get off the mattress, and just hung on his body. Her soft, delicate and sweaty face took the initiative to press against the man's hot cheek. Her eyes had long lost focus, and her nails It sank into the flesh of the man's shoulder, and he wished he could stab it in again.
She opened her mouth and pieced together a sentence intermittently, "Don't you just want to... force me to beg you... ah..." The woman's head rested on his shoulder, her breathing was disordered, and her voice was as ethereal as if it had been knocked apart, "Don't be so deep. ... Mo Shichen, don't be so deep... I beg you... "
This voice and these words, so soft and greasy, seemed to break the man's bones into fine pieces.
It's just that it seems real and fake, so people can't tell the difference.
It was obvious that she should have surrendered, but she seemed to quickly give up her stubbornness and sink under him. Unfortunately, she said the first half of the sentence, and no matter how much she admitted defeat or begged for mercy after that, it was just irony.
Don’t you just want me to beg for mercy? I’ll just beg.
Aren't you just trying to suppress all my resistance at every turn? I won't resist now.
Yes, I can't play with you, and I won't play with you now.
Maybe it was her extremely soft voice that, whether true or false, could stir up a man's animal blood, or maybe he had noticed the indifference and ridicule behind her "obedience", which aroused even deeper annoyance and anger. , instead of slowing down his offensive, Mo Shichen teased her more and more fiercely without leaving any room, using all kinds of tricks and tirelessly.
Wen Yi felt that she didn't care. Although she really couldn't bear it and kept screaming, she also let herself scream, as if her soul was about to be separated from the joy and pain that penetrated her bones. .
It wasn't until she didn't know how many years later it was that the man finally came to an end. Her dissociated consciousness, which seemed to be floating out of her body, suddenly came back to her senses, and she yelled without thinking, "Mo Shichen, you're not wearing a condom, you're not allowed to do that." Get it in there…”