Beloved Wife on Top : Master Mo, Softly Kiss

Chi Huan pressed the quilt up for a while, but the man didn't move.

She felt bored, very boring, so she withdrew her hand.

After a few seconds, I didn't see him tearing off the quilt.

Seeing him pretending to be dead, Chi Huan said, "Hello."

The man still didn't respond.

She wanted to kick him directly, but it was a pity that he was lying on the bed, so it was not convenient for her to kick him.

She curled her lips and looked at the motionless man, "You can't be dead, are you?"

Still not moving.

She snorted coldly, "It's best that you die as a scourge."

no response.

A strange thought came to Chi Huan's mind, if she really smothered this man to death——

Well, the death of the male protagonist and the life imprisonment of the female protagonist is also a magical turning point.

She still stretched out her hand to lift the quilt, and was about to withdraw her hand when she was grabbed by the man who suddenly opened his eyes. He pulled her towards him with all his strength, and then she fell on him.

"Well……"

His head was buckled, and he "actively" stuck to her lips.

asshole.

After a long and deep kiss, the man pressed against her red lips and asked in a hoarse voice, "What are you having for dinner, Huanhuan."

"If you have nothing to eat, you will starve to death."

She put the quilt on his head again, took out the pillow and slammed it hard a few times, "Put your panties on for me, and I'll shoot your dick and give you everything in your address book Send it over."

After speaking, she went out.

…………

After about half an hour, it was completely dark outside, and the lights in the bedroom were not turned on, and it quickly became pitch black.

This woman really intends to starve him and let him fend for himself?

Mo Shiqian reached out and turned on the lamp by the bed, and slowly sat up.

The soreness in my waist has not been relieved, and it hurts badly when I move it.

Putting on his underwear and trousers, he went out topless.

As soon as I walked into the living room, there was a strong aroma.

It's not hard to recognize at all, it's the smell from the kitchen.

She... is cooking?

Chi Huan was scooping up a spoonful of soup, lowered his head and blew it, and waited for the heat to dissipate before sending it to his lips.

Her wrist was taken by a hand that came from behind and sent in the other direction.

Mo Shiqian held Chi Huan's hand and fed the soup into his mouth.

The taste buds on the tip of the tongue are overwhelmed by the taste of the soup.

Her back was pressed against his naked chest, such an intimate posture made her breath entangle, Chi Huan turned her head to look at the man's perfectly curved jaw.

He was sticking out the tip of his tongue and licking his lips, sexy and provocative.

Mo Shiqian looked down at her, his lips gushed, "When did you learn it?"

"When you're bored."

The man's head lowered a little, his thin lips were almost touching her ear, and he asked in a hoarse voice, "Did you cook the food on that table last night?"

Chi Huan felt that his ears were numb, so he retracted the spoon and pushed his head away, "Aren't you too painful to move?"

He looked down at her ears that seemed to be bleeding, and deliberately blew, "I'm hungry."

She reached out to turn off the fire, and said while filling the soup, "Then you go to the dining room and sit down, you can eat later."

Mo Shiqian lowered his head, looked at her fair side face, his pupils shrank.

For a while, the man's hand was still on her waist, and he didn't speak or move.

Chi Huan turned to look at him, "Why are you still standing?"

Mo Shiqian put away his previous posture, and said slowly, "What's wrong with you?"

She was puzzled, "What's wrong with me?"

The man's deep and dark eyes stared at her face for a moment, but the tone of his voice was already very light, sparsely, "Why are you becoming more obedient?"

Chi Huan tugged at her pale red lips, "Have I become better?"

He smiled lowly, "Buy me medicine, take me home, blow-dry my hair, apply medicine to me, pinch my waist, and now, even cook for me...you are the time when you claim to love me , and never treated me so well."

Known as two words, how come there is a taste of ridicule.

He pinched her chin with his fingers, and raised her face a little higher, as if he could see her more clearly, "I was the one who hurt your boyfriend and almost disabled him, you Treating me like this...are you sorry for him? Or..."

The end of the man's voice was stretched quite a bit, mixed with a deep smile of unknown meaning, "I figured it out, are you going to obediently be my lover?"

Chi Huan looked at him and smiled, "Why don't you consider the possibility of me poisoning you?"

Mo Shiqian patted her face lightly, "You're so stupid, you won't do it."

…………

night.

Mo Shiqian slept on Chi Huan's bed, and Chi Huan slept on the sofa.

The lights were all off, and both of them stared at the dark ceiling with their eyes open.

Consciousness is clear, and there is no sleepiness.

At the end of summer and the beginning of autumn, after the night is late, the moonlight shines into the house, which is quiet, cool, poignant, and inexplicably sad.

Chi Huan didn't change into her pajamas. She was wearing an off-white, thin and soft sweater. She curled up on the sofa like a cat, with her head resting on the teddy bear. She turned over and lifted the sleeve of her left hand.

A little bit above the wrist, there was a white bandage wrapped around it, and her right hand stroked it delicately.

Suddenly, it was pressed down heavily.

Streaks of pain attacked her nerves sharply and densely, and the white bandage also leaked blood in spots.

She breathed slowly.

The sound of light footsteps was heard. The night was too quiet, and Chi Huan was awake again. She heard even the slightest movement. She immediately put down her hand reflexively, pulled off the sweater, and closed her eyes.

Mo Shiqian was wearing the pajamas Chi Huan bought for him.

He stood by the sofa, and under the influence of the moonlight, his tall and straight figure was stretched a lot, and he stood without saying a word, even if there was a ghostly illusion.

If Chi Huan woke up suddenly and looked at such a shadow standing beside him, he would probably scream in fright.

He leaned over and picked her up.

There were bursts of dull pain on the side of the waist, which were deepened and elongated.

He hugged her expressionlessly and walked into the bedroom. This disobedient woman would sleep on the sofa for life and death, causing him to come to him in the middle of the night to aggravate the injury on his waist.

He didn't even know what she was thinking.

Didn't she hate him so much? After she refused to sleep with him and he compromised to sleep on the sofa, she refused again.

"Your hands are too long and your feet are too long. My sofa can't fit you, but I can just fit myself."

Didn't he know that if she sleeps alone soon, she will also sleep on an extra-large double bed, and she won't get used to such a small sofa at all?

? Mo Shiqian usually hugged her as effortlessly as a kitten, but now hugging a petite and thin adult woman with a back injury was like lifting a jack.

When Chi Huan was put on the bed by him, he vaguely heard a low and short voice overflowing from the man's throat.