Mo Sheng finally had a chance to take a good breath, but she started coughing. She already had a cold, but now she can't stop coughing.
The phone rang off, and there was only the sound of her coughing violently in the bedroom.
Yi Chen was still half-pressed on her, but he didn't continue, his lost sense came back little by little. Mo Sheng's clothes were messy, and the red marks on her body seemed to be accusing him of being rough just now. He could even feel her body trembling slightly.
A self-loathing gripped him firmly. He Yichen, you have already forced her to marry you, and now you want to force her to sleep with you
He pulled out a wry smile: "What are you doing in Hong Kong?"
"On a business trip, the magazine company wants to discuss cooperation with a publishing house in Hong Kong. Yi Chen, it only takes a few days. I forgot to tell you." Mo Sheng explained clearly one by one.
Yi Chen was silent.
What was he doing just now? Marital rape
Yi Chen calmed down his rapid breathing, suppressed the rush of emotion, and started to help her organize her clothes. When he buttoned up her underwear, she felt a slight tremor in her, and there was a little anxiety in her eyes.
"I won't do anything to you." He whispered, laughed at himself, and abruptly got up and left the bedroom. Mo Sheng only heard a loud bang, and she was the only one left in the bedroom.
The strange bell rang unrelentingly, Mo Sheng moved her hand to pick up the phone, and Xiao Hong's excited voice came: "Asheng Asheng, don't forget to bring me one more thing, it's very cheap to buy in Hong Kong. of… "
After she finally finished talking, Mo Sheng closed her phone and wanted to laugh, but she couldn't.
She's going to Hong Kong tomorrow, and they, that's all
He wandered and wandered, and finally pushed the door open.
There was only a dim yellow lamp on in the guest room, Yi Chen leaned on the bed and looked at her with fixed eyes, the ashtray beside him was already full of cigarette butts.
Mo Sheng quietly walked to the other side of the bed, put her pillow beside his, lifted a corner of the quilt, lay down carefully, and closed her eyes.
Yi Chen did not move, and lit another cigarette.
After a while, Mo Sheng whispered, "Will you turn off the lights? I think..."
The word "sleep" disappeared into the air, she was suddenly picked up by someone in the air, sat on his lap, and was tightly imprisoned in his arms, the warm breath was blowing on her neck, Yi Chen was hoarse His voice was imperceptibly tense.
"Do you know what you mean by that?"
How can you not know
Mo Sheng lowered her eyes and raised her finger to write in his heart.
One stroke, two strokes, three strokes... She's writing...
Yi Chen was shocked, grabbed her restless hand, and stared at her with eyes that contained too much emotion.
"Mo Sheng, why are you torturing me like this?"
The moment she touched his heart, there was no distinction between joy and sorrow, and it invaded her lips, trying to prove the truth of her at the moment.
When he was finally willing to let her go, Mo Sheng was out of breath and leaned against his chest softly.
This kind of silence is so ambiguous, Mo Sheng is uncomfortably trying to find something to say.
"Yi Chen, I have a cold." Isn't he afraid of being infected
"I know, I won't bully you now."
Yi Chen embraced her, helplessly and resigned.
Uh? Mo Sheng was a little dumbfounded. Did he misunderstand something
But... do you want her to say that she didn't mean that
She doesn't want it! It was as if she wanted him to "bully" her, and he would definitely laugh at her in the future.
"Actually, it can be... bullied."
Uh! Who is speaking? It must not be her! Mo Sheng was extremely annoyed.
Yi Chen was silent, didn't he hear it? Mo Sheng felt relieved just now, but found that the buttons on his chest had been quietly unbuttoned... The soft white shoulders were gradually exposed to the cold air, and the delicate skin was covered with the hickey that he had just ravaged, deep and clear, It can be seen how hard he was just now, but now he just wants to bully again...
The hot lips pressed against her skin again, ironing the traces left by the last time...
"Mo Sheng, did I hear it wrong?" Yi Chen's voice was hoarse.
Mo Sheng was speechless, he had already executed it so thoroughly, and he still asked such a question!
Enthusiasm that was forcibly extinguished was so easy to rekindle, Yi Chen suddenly picked her up and walked to the bedroom, placing her on the bed in the bedroom.
"Still here."
Is there any difference? Mo Sheng didn't understand, but she didn't have the strength to ask, Yi Chen's male hot body was covering her, his fiery lips domineeringly possessed everything she had, leading her to go up and down in that world she had never seen before, until Passion fades...
Mo Sheng fell asleep in a daze, but in the end he didn't sleep peacefully. When he woke up in the middle of the night, he was empty. He looked around the room and found Yi Chen standing in front of the window.
Perhaps because of the dark night, Mo Sheng suddenly felt that his back was so heavy that it forced people to breathe. He seemed to notice her sight, turned back, and couldn't see what was in his eyes in the dark night.
He pressed the cigarette, came over, lifted the quilt and lay beside her, hugging her quietly.
Mo Sheng was silent for a while, and couldn't help but say, "Yi Chen, what are you thinking about?"
There was unease in the voice.
"Nothing, figure out something."
Figured it out? Mo Sheng wanted to ask, but was kissed by him.
"Mo Sheng, keep your hair long."
"Eh?" Although he didn't understand how to say this, Mo Sheng's attention was still distracted, and he asked him worriedly, "Is my hair ugly?"
Yi Chen raised the corner of his mouth.
No.
Because, then...
You are a little more.
He kissed her hair, blowing her already fragile confidence: "Mo Sheng, it's really ugly."