The voice was low, somewhat hoarse, and had an indescribable and affectionate flavor that made the nerve endings that were blown by his breath tremble slightly.
She heard her own stiff voice, "Your ability to talk about love has improved."
He still kissed her gently, and a low smile escaped from his throat, "To put it nicely, are they just love words?" The man teased her thin ears that were already red, "I don't bother to use some flashy and false words. Are you here to deceive women, or do you want me to imitate you, to be extremely sultry, and basically have a lot of emotions in my heart, but also to put on a reserved look on my face?"
“…”
Wen Yi was itching to death from his breath, and these words that were too mute and too close made her tremble even more. She was hugged by him, and her fingers had unconsciously tightened on his clothes, "I just No, Mr. Mo, you are always so self-indulgent. Do you want to see a doctor to see if you have any mental illness? It was because you were so entangled that I reluctantly stayed with you. Could it be that you still want me to do it to you right away? Passionate?"
Her words seemed cold, but her ears were red, and her tone was not under her control for some reason. It sounded like a coquettish and arrogant tone. It was more like a woman talking to a man than being indifferent. of coquettishness.
So Mo Shichen smiled triumphantly again, without any concealment, so much that he buried his face in her shoulder.
“…”
Wen Yi was so angry at being laughed at by this bastard again that she wanted to break his arms and leave his arms, and then hit him on the head with a pillow. In the end, she refused to admit defeat and kept an expressionless face, glaring coldly. Look at him.
Mo Shichen finished laughing and didn't care about her expression at all. He just blew an ambiguous breath into her cochlea, and his magnetic voice was low and sexy, "Baby, you are so much cuter when you act arrogant than when you pretend to be calm and indifferent. .”
This man was born with a strong heart, a leisurely and calm tone that seemed to reflect her shyness, and he was so proficient in calling a deer a horse that he was so shameless to the extreme. She really wanted to...
"Don't you have any idea? Are you really planning to stay in my apartment?"
The man raised his eyebrows slightly and said casually, "Apart from the fact that it's a bit far for me to go back and forth to the company, there's nothing wrong with you here. It's just... We have two people and one dog now. Although we still have space, if we want to hire a servant, or in the future... there will be If you have a child, it will be a bit too small, but this is easy to solve. I will ask Kanding to look for a house nearby. At worst, we can move to a bigger one. Do you still prefer an apartment, or buy a detached house with a yard? "
"Forget it," she compromised as if she had changed her mind for a moment, or maybe she had already planned this subconsciously, her voice lowered, "Let's move back to the manor. I really miss Mother Su, and the place is big and convenient. Eleven is running around.”
He looked at her face seriously, "Are you willing to go back?" After a moment of silence, he smiled lightly and said, "If you don't want to, it's not a big deal. I don't want you to be unhappy with me. .”
Is this man addicted to talking about love today
Her face became more and more angry, "I said you were in love and you made it worse. I didn't want to go back at first because I didn't want to live with you so soon. Is there any difference between you coming here to stay with me and living in the manor with me?" "
“…”
Oh, that seems to be the case.
What she refused was to live with him, and then he just moved over with his things.
She had no idea, but she was a little angry, so she slavered to him for a while.
But he was very at ease, cooking when asked, and his cooking skills improved. She left all the housework to him, not even hiring part-time workers. He also handled everything in an orderly manner, without being impatient or impatient at all. Annoyed, it seems like doing this is natural.
What does this kind of slave mean? The fists were punched into the cotton.
But... it's really interesting.
She used to like him for being handsome and elegant, with his aloof and calm demeanor.
Now... She slowly had a feeling in a daze. He could indeed be very kind to her, very indulgent, and very accommodating, as if it were natural. He seemed to have a very bad temper. She had no doubt that if she insisted on leaving him, he would Most likely he will do something crazy again.
But it seems that, except for this matter, no matter how wild and excessive she is, the more she behaves like this, the more she can feel the invisible but clear doting, even though she has cultivated her temperament to be calm over the years. , rarely so.
Sometimes he even felt that he liked her to be a little "too much" with him.
Is it love
It should be, at least shallowly.
What about herself
In fact, she couldn't tell whether she was compromising due to her own weakness - she couldn't fight him, and she didn't want to drag others into fighting him to the death. After years of immersion in sex, it was her instinct to weigh the pros and cons, and she was no longer very A woman who had to give way to love and hate years ago.
Or maybe it's the love that has flowed for too long in the years, but has never passed away, but she doesn't admit it, and doesn't want to see it, so they settle like quicksand at the bottom of the river, but after stirring again and again, they still gradually disappear. Floated up.
She built a wall in her heart, and he removed it either forcefully or gently. Then, a little bit of it was removed, and then a little bit less, until it gradually turned into ruins.
"Okay," he responded in a low voice, his face pressed against her cheek, his tone was coaxing, "We'd better go home and live there. I'll arrange for someone to come over tomorrow."
She hummed softly.
"Yier," he lowered his voice and whispered in her ear.
She looked at him, her eyes met his, and she was almost burned by the dark burning and compulsion in his deep eyes. After a few seconds, she subconsciously replied, "What's wrong?"
"Are you starting to fall in love with me again?"
The distance between their bodies is very close, or in other words, there is no distance. It is obviously a cold winter day, but for some reason the body temperature between them is a bit too high. Especially his eyes, there is something inside that makes people dare not look directly.
She held her breath, her eyes even briefly panicked, as if she didn't know how to answer.
"I want you to love me," he said in her ear, as gentle as a murmur between relatives, but as deep and firm as ever, "I want you to come back to me, I want you to love me, only love me, like Like when I love you the most."