Beloved Wife on Top : Master Mo, Softly Kiss

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Chi Huan looked at the man on the opposite side and slowly pursed his lips.

He has been taking care of her for the past two days. Although sometimes unfriendly makes her want to lose her temper, she still knows that he is patient for her.

Head down to eat and ate two bowls at a stretch.

Although much better, her frailty could not be recovered at once, so she wanted to lie back in bed after eating.

Mo Shiqian rushed her to take a shower, "Bath and sleep."

"I said no clothes to wear."

"Then don't change clothes."

"Dirty."

He raised an eyebrow. "It's dirtier than if you don't wash it?"

"..."

She bit her lip. "I can't live here anymore. I'm going to a hotel."

The man stared at her for ten seconds. When Chi was so annoyed that he was going to get his bag, he said lightly, "I will report the address to the paparazzi."

Chi Huan, "..."

Mo Shiqian walked towards her, and looked down at her cheek-banging face. "You wear my clothes after you take a shower, then you dry them with a dryer, and go to the mall tomorrow to buy some clothes. By the way, buy some daily necessities, huh? "

She stood there, pursing her lips and muttering reluctantly, "I can't help but wear underwear."

Mo Shiqian, "..."

He pursed his lips, as if helpless, whispered, "Then you wash your underwear, and I help you dry?"

Chi Huan, "..."

Ask a man to dry her **** ... think of his hands holding her **** in his hands, which is embarrassing enough.

The man didn't answer when he saw her half a ring, and raised her eyebrows. "Or you don't want to wash it yourself, let me wash it for you?"

"I wash it by myself!"

Mo Shiqian raised his chin, pointed towards the bedroom, and said lightly, "Go."

Speaking of this, Chi Huan looked at Qingjun's eyebrows, stomped, and reluctantly went.

The man gave her a shirt ... she could only wear this for his clothes, he was tall and short, and the clothes almost reached her knees.

She took it, complaining unhappyly, "I'm sick and my brain is unclear. Why didn't you expect to buy me some clothes and daily necessities? I don't even have a cleanser now, and I don't have anything for a facial mask or hair. You want to rub your body milk. "

I didn't even want to take a bath just now, but now I want to put on body milk.

The man looked at her lightly, "Everyone buys, it will be one day, eh?"

She reluctantly agreed.

Chi Huan took two steps forward, stopped suddenly, and turned to look at him, "Did you buy this apartment or did you rent it?"

When I was here, I was confused, and I did n’t know what location it looked like, but—

His apartment is twice as big as her, and ... the decoration is extremely elaborate. At first glance, no luxury is seen, but nothing is bought casually.

Mo Shiqian replied casually, "Mine."

Chi Huan looked at him for a few seconds, oh, and didn't ask any more.

She went into the bathroom and took off her underwear and washed it by hand. She washed it with laundry detergent and rubbed it several times. It was not enough. She squeezed a little shower milk and washed it.

After rubbing her hands white, she was slightly satisfied. Looking at the clean little cloth, she couldn't help but looked down and smelled ...

Then a shameful reaction came over, and she was doing something abnormal.

Hmm ... clean up.

Opening the door a bit, reaching out, raising his voice, "Mo Shiqian, Mo Shiqian ..."

When she opened her mouth to make a third sound, the low bass hummed, and took away the things in her hand.

Chi Huan thinks his face is hot when he thinks about it, "Dry it and bring it to me right away.

"it is good."

When she finished bathing and washing her hair, her underwear was naturally dried. Chi Huan covered her long hair with a towel and came out from inside wearing a man's wide white shirt.

There are no women's slippers, so she is also barefoot.

She put her clothes in the washing machine and dried them, and the man blows her hair when she returns.

When the sound of the hair fell, the man's low voice sounded above his head, "Are you feeling better?"

Chi Huan hesitated, "What?"

Does she look in a bad mood? She just feels uncomfortable, who can rejoice with her sick body.

The man just smiled slightly.

Under the dual discomfort of heart and body, people will subconsciously indulge in laziness and decadence, and they will also make people feel more uncomfortable and vicious circle.

Therefore, a woman who is always particular about it will only want to lie in bed, do n’t want to eat, do n’t want to take a bath, and do n’t want to move.

Chi Huan turned his head, his face was serious, "Mo Shiqian."

He sat on the opposite sofa and took the tea from the coffee table. "What's wrong."

She coughed twice. Although she was biting her scalp, she still had to say clearly, "I tell you, I'm not healthy. Although I lived in your apartment for the past two days, I won't talk to you ..."

The man looked at her a little funny, "What about me?"

"I'm not feeling well anyway and won't do that kind of thing with you."

He looked like he didn't care much, and just asked casually, "You can do it if you are well?"

"Let's talk when my health is better."

"okay."

"and also."

He raised an eyebrow, waiting for her afterword.

She raised her chin. "I'm not going to bed with you."

Mo Shiqian didn't say anything for a while.

"You should know that even normal-developed couples don't share the same bed all at once, and we are still together because of an accident."

The man said lightly, "I have only one bed here."

Chi Huan straightened his back. "You sleep on the floor."

Mo Shiqian didn't lose his temper, but stared at her for a while, then narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Want me to sleep on the floor?"

Not a sofa, not a study, not a temporary bed, but a floor.

And these two words, she is particularly clear.

The woman sat cross-legged on the sofa. "What happened to the floor, you should have been squatting."

After eating such a big loss, she didn't let him surrender, but she didn't even care about it. She couldn't do it.

And she's been with this man these days, and she eats every time.

He will always be free.

Mo Shiqian looked at her, "I sleep on the floor, can you balance in your heart?"

Get better, take a bath to ease the wedding, and finally start pointing the finger at him?

He saw through her mind, and Chi Huan was not covering up. "Yes, you can't be punished at all," she added, proudly, "and being with me is your blessing."

The man's eyebrows didn't change much, but he could vaguely feel that he was laughing.

Chi Huan pulled his face up and stood up from the sofa. "That's it. I'm going to bed. I'll go shopping tomorrow. When I think you're doing well, you can stop sleeping on the floor."