Beloved Wife on Top : Master Mo, Softly Kiss

He deliberately rubbed his fingers against her lips, and continued to coax with a laughing voice, "You lick it clean, we won't do it this time, how about it?"

Chi Huan pursed her lips and looked up at him, "What if I don't?"

"You've said it's what if, if nothing happened, you'll know if you try it." His voice was very low, which made it extra sexy, "but..."

He pulled the corners of his lips and smiled, and said in a low and soft voice, "I will always be worthy of your perverted and disgusting evaluation."

There was a stalemate silence for nearly ten minutes.

Mo Shiqian saw her hesitation and vacillation, a smile appeared in his eyes, he made a gesture to withdraw his hand to hug her, and said, "Since you don't want to, then let's continue..."

Without finishing a sentence, it stopped abruptly.

Because Chi Huan had already sucked his fingers.

The slight electric current flowed through the entire five fingers first, and then drilled into the deeper part of the body.

Warm, soft, moist lips and tongue, licked slowly.

Mo Shiqian lowered his head, stared at her blushing face with deep eyes, and suddenly asked, "You're too shy to lick your fingers, Chi Huan, haven't you had a man for a long time?"

What he said was half-truth and half-false, but it was just a thought that popped up suddenly, so he asked it out of the way.

Of course Chi Huan would not answer him——

I don't know how long it has passed, Chi Huan was carried back to the bedroom by the man in a daze, and it wasn't until he pushed her up again that she suddenly realized something and stared at him with wide eyes, "Mo Shiqian, what did you say?" As long as I... do it once is enough, it's over just now!"

He held her chin and kissed her, and smiled hoarsely, "You can also believe what the man said on the bed, your IQ hasn't grown at all these years, Huanhuan."

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Lingering until late at night.

When it was really over, Chi Huan had already fallen asleep.

Mo Shiqian lay sideways on the woman's bed, looking down at the sleepy sleeping woman, his deep and indifferent eyes had regained their calmness and clarity, and there was no trace of lust anymore.

The light in the bedroom has been turned off, but the moonlight in late summer is as clear as silver, and the water flowing in through the glass of the floor-to-ceiling windows is enough to see all the outlines of the room clearly.

The man held a cigarette between his fingers, and the flame of the cigarette flickered on and off. The smoke could hardly be seen in this too dim light, and it curled up.

The bed was still a large double.

The woman's long hair was messily scattered on the pillow, and a lot of hair fell on her face. If you push it away, you might be able to see the blush that hasn't completely faded. She lay quietly beside him.

It takes a long time to search in the memory to find the cute appearance of the overlapping figure.

She was covered with a thin quilt, her white jade-like shoulders were exposed, but most of them were covered by her long hair.

Mo Shiqian smoked half a cigarette, got up from the bed, and stepped on the carpet with bare feet.

He was smoking a cigarette, and the handsome face under the short black hair was no longer gentle, nor did he have that sexy and dangerous smell, it was as indifferent as water, and even the ambiguous traces of being caught by a woman on the naked upper body were also diluted a lot.

The man was wearing long trousers, without turning on the lights, and casually inspected the huge apartment.

There was a 1.8-meter-long teddy bear lying on the floor, and he threw it down when he went to bed.

When passing by, he glanced down and kicked to the side.

Maybe it's because the bedroom is much larger than the one she had in No. 10, so it looks simple and empty, and the tone style is also Nordic style, simple and light, without a lot of pink girly feeling.

cloakroom--

Chi Huan's cloakroom is very large, full of clothes, shoes, bags...

However, his eyes swept around, and he didn't find anything manly.

From the bathroom, to the bedroom, to the cloakroom, to the slippers in the entrance hall, except for the kitchen, which can be seen to have been used by someone, and the table of poor food, there is no trace of men staying there.

Do you live alone?

When he was about to turn back to the bedroom, the phone that was thrown on the coffee table suddenly rang and the screen lit up.

He walked over and looked down, then picked it up and clicked to answer.

While talking, he lifted his feet and walked to the balcony, opened the floor-to-ceiling windows and walked out——

Chi Huan didn't sleep deeply at first, and she woke up within a few minutes after the man got out of bed. Just as she was about to go out to see if he was gone, she saw him holding the phone and going to the balcony.

In the quiet night, she could still clearly hear the man's soft and gentle laugh, "It's so late, why are you still awake?"

Chi Huan didn't know how he could tell the difference, he just felt that this tenderness was real tenderness, not a gentle state shown in front of her or in front of other women.

Is it except for his wife, except for that woman in the swimming pool, except for her...

He has other women.

Just like what Yin Chengfeng said, men of his status raise lovers in groups.

She's not special in any of this, it's just that she's an ex-lover, and he's been dumped by her, so he's coming back to trample her all over again.

Chi Huan stood at the door for a while, out of some kind of heart, he should turn around and go back to the room to sleep, or just let him get out, but he still followed behind.

She didn't wear shoes either. The shoes were under the sofa, and she wasn't in the mood to wear them on purpose.

Mo Shiqian put one hand on the railing of the balcony, and the other hand held the phone.

His voice was light but gentle, "Well, I'm not at home tonight, and I won't go back. If you're afraid, go to your mother, or ask her to tell you a story."

On the other end of the phone was the childish voice of a little girl, "Dad... Mom... isn't here."

"Your mother isn't home?"

"I got up...wanted to drink water...knocked on Mom's door...Mom wasn't here."

"She may have fallen asleep. I asked the servant sister to bring you water."

"My maid has already...feed me and drink..." The girl's childish voice was small, intermittent because of lack of vocabulary, aggrieved, as if she was about to cry, "Mom is not here... I will call She, she won't answer."

Mo Shiqian narrowed his eyes and didn't speak for a while.

The little girl asked with some fear and trepidation, "Father... Where is Mom... Is she..." She sniffed, "I broke...the paintbrush today... Is she angry... Don't want me?"

He said lightly, "No, your mother won't want you, be good, she may have something to do, and she will go back tomorrow morning."

"Father..." the little girl asked timidly, "I'm afraid... can you come back... wait for mother with me?"

The man lowered his eyes, overlooking the city that had no lights.

After a few seconds, he hummed, "Let the servant sister accompany you for a while, and I'll be back later."