His voice was very low, and it was even more muffled because he was close to her. The driver driving in front could hear him whispering, but he couldn't hear the specific content, and he didn't know what kind of curiosity it was out of. Just look at them in the rearview mirror.
The man's fingers lifted the woman's chin, and his thin lips kissed her face. The kind of lingering kisses, when they extended to the lips, changed to pecks, from the lips to the corners of the lips.
On the way back, he kissed her face carefully and lightly in this way.
Until the car drove back to the manor.
Mo Shichen carried the woman out of the car and carried her all the way to the bedroom. When passing by the living room, he was surprised to hear the sound of the car and the other servants who were coming towards her, Su's mother, and other servants who were working not far away.
It was only when Su's mother got closer that she realized that the woman held in the eldest young master's hand seemed to be, Madam
The man ignored their different looks and simply ordered, "Send a cup of sobering tea to the bedroom."
"Hey, okay."
Mo Shichen carried the woman up the stairs, and when he reached the bedroom door, he couldn't free his hands to open the door, so he kicked it open, walked in with long legs, and then put the woman in his hand on the bed.
Wen Yi was awakened by the sound of a man kicking the door just now. She opened her eyes in his arms. When the man put her on the bed, she looked at the ceiling in confusion, then turned her head and looked around confusedly. .
Mo Shichen took off his coat and suit together, threw them on the sofa far away, and then went to take off the coat of the naked woman.
Wearing such a thick layer indoors is simply a burden.
Wen Yi didn't seem to feel anything at all, and let him do what he wanted. However, the man took off his clothes until the end, and the dissatisfaction in her heart expanded to the end, because she was staring blankly at the ceiling all the time. When he pushed her to turn over, she turned over and lay on her stomach. She lay back down when I pulled her arm, and she didn't respond when I took off her clothes.
Throwing away her coat, Mo Shichen sat down on the side of the bed and reached out to pinch her chin.
She didn't respond.
He frowned and tightened his grip until it hurt her. She frowned and tried to pry his hand off.
"Wen Yi," he approached her, looked down at her, and asked in a low voice, "do you still recognize who I am?"
She was forced to look at him, her brows furrowed, "You hurt me."
"I asked you who I am."
"You hurt me, it's so annoying!"
The strength in his hand did not loosen at all, and he said expressionlessly, "I can't tell you the answer. I have something even more annoying."
Wen Yi raised her hand that was lying on the quilt and pointed her finger at him, but she was too close and poked him directly in the face. "You are already annoying enough. It's annoying just to look at you. It's even more annoying to pinch me."
"I hate it? I hate you and you let me take off your clothes?"
"Hot, uncomfortable."
The last time Wen Yi was drunk, he thought she was cute and wanted to tear her apart.
But now, he only has indescribable irritability and a temper that is ready to burst out of the ground.
Mo Shichen has never wronged himself, and he has no reason to wrong himself now. This woman should have expected that he would not be polite to her before she got drunk. The force on her fingers was light, and it flowed through her body. With desire, he lowered his head and covered her lips.
Their lips were touching, and he stretched out the tip of his tongue to trace the shape of her lips carefully and patiently, tasting them patiently. Finally, he skillfully opened her lips and teeth, and moved his lips with her tongue.
She still had no reaction. She neither resisted nor resisted, nor was she infatuated. She didn't even close her eyes. She just lay down on the huge double bed in a casual posture, looking at the lamp on the ceiling absentmindedly.
What's the point of kissing like this? It's not even comparable to rape - rape at least has a reaction. This can only be called corpse rape, although he just kissed and didn't rape.
Mo Shichen finally couldn't kiss anymore and left her lips.
Her lips were wet, and her absent-minded eyes were focused, as if looking at the man's face above her.
He narrowed his eyes and said in a hoarse voice, regardless of whether she could understand it or not, "You know what will happen, huh?"
She raised her hand to caress her face and smiled, "It's back again."
She recognized this bedroom, this bed, and this ceiling more easily than the man on her body.
Mo Shichen kissed her again, starting from behind the ears.
She tilted her head slightly, her drunkenness still mixed with the coolness, she closed her eyes and asked lightly, "Will you give me what I want?"
The man paused and asked hoarsely, "You came here to sleep with me?"
She withdrew her hand and buried her head in the soft pillow, "Am I going to let you sleep in vain?"
Mo Shichen was silent for a while, and half a minute later, he leaned forward and kissed her.
After Mother Su came up with sobering tea, she knocked on the door, but no one responded. With experience, she went down quietly again.
A night of ups and downs.
… …
The next morning, Wen Yi got up first. As soon as she regained consciousness, her whole body ached.
The pain of a drunken hangover, the body aches, and the pain stuck in my heart.
She slowly opened her eyes, looking confusedly at the familiar yet unfamiliar ceiling above. For a moment, she had the illusion of traveling through time and space, as if she had woken up a long time ago, as if she should have woken up in this bedroom, as if she had opened her eyes. The first thing you see when you open your eyes should be the scene in front of you.
Putting her hand on her forehead and pinching her eyebrows, she slowly returned to reality and remembered last night.
oh.
She gently took away the man's arm that was resting on her waist. Without looking at him, she just lifted the quilt and got out of bed, landing barefoot on the ground to pick up her clothes.
She wanted to put it on directly, but it was so sticky that she felt very uncomfortable, so she simply went to the bathroom and took a quick shower. Then she put on her clothes and stood in front of the sink mirror and combed her short black hair with her fingers. , just walked out.
Mo Shichen had woken up and got up.
Wen Yi looked at him indifferently and said coolly, "I'm leaving."
The man may have been up for a while, and when she was taking a shower, he took out the lighter. He heard the noise and looked at her. When he heard this, the flame in the lighter did not light the cigarette.
Finally, when the flame went out, he pressed it down again, and this time it was lit steadily. Along with the smoke, he spit out two words, "Three days."
Wen Yi, who was about to get her coat, stopped when she heard this, turned around and looked back at him, "What do you mean?" After asking, she reacted again, twitching the corners of her lips and asked with a smile, "Let me stay with you for three days? "
"No," Mo Shichen looked at her calmly, took a deep breath and slowly spit it out, then said, "I want you to stay here for three days and not go anywhere."
Wen Yi didn't understand for a moment. Is it different from what she said
"You are going to the company during the day, right? What am I doing here?"
"Miss Wen, you don't understand what I mean."