Beloved Wife on Top : Master Mo, Softly Kiss

It was still early, around 7 or 8 o'clock, he came before her, but these few days he was busy dealing with trivial matters that were not big enough, but he couldn't take it easy. I have never had time to adjust the time difference, and usually I just hold on.

I didn't feel sleepy just now, so I just lay on the bed propped up, and when I looked at the woman's sleeping face again, the impetuousness floating in my heart gradually settled down. The bedroom was very quiet, and in the darkness after the lights were turned off, I could hear more clearly. To the sound of the ebb and flow of the tide.

So far away, as if from outside the world.

And so close, falling in the ears, you can imagine the scenery of the sea hitting the beach.

The drowsiness hit him like this, he simply lay down too, next to the woman's soft body, his chin buried in her shoulder, after breathing evenly, he could smell the scent of body wash mixed with hair fragrance, if there was nothing, Soothe the nerves and hypnotize.

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Mo Shichen woke up suddenly.

When I opened my eyes, I saw a dark blue twilight light, not the night, but it was so weak that it was close to the night, it should be the dawn of the sky.

He suddenly realized that the side around him seemed to be cold.

He turned his head, and the woman who was supposed to be lying down was gone.

where did she go

Mo Shichen directly threw off the quilt and got out of bed, turned on the light, and walked out on the thick and soft carpet regardless of whether he was wearing shoes or not.

He even had a ridiculous thought in an instant, did this woman leave without a sound?

Because it is too early now, and the sky is still dark.

Fortunately, when he walked out of the bedroom, he saw the suitcase he brought from Ye Siran last night, which was still in the original place. Then, as if he had sensed something, he turned his head to look at the balcony.

The floor-to-ceiling windows were left open, and the innermost layer of tulle was blown up by the wind, quietly rising and falling.

The chairs placed outside were large, but Mo Shichen still saw the woman inside, because she rested one hand on the armrest casually, and there was a bottle of wine and a wine glass on the round table next to her.

Wen Yi stretched out her hand to hold the wine glass, but her wrist was suddenly seized, and then, the warm light from the French window behind the French window was also covered by something, casting a long shadow.

She raised her head, looked at the handsome face above her, and smiled, "Why did you wake up so early?"

Mo Shichen didn't let go of her wrist, and stared at her face condescendingly for a long time, only to be sure that he was not as sad and depressed as he thought or imagined, and when he looked back at his eyes, he was not indifferent or drunk. , On the contrary, he looks in a good mood.

His tense nerves relaxed, and he pinched her hand bone and asked displeasedly, "Aren't you going to sleep and sit here drinking at night?"

"I'm full of sleep. I went to bed at seven o'clock last night. If you wake up, you won't be able to sleep. Lying on the bed and tossing and turning will only wake you up, so I got up." Wen Yi leaned her head on the back of the chair On the table, the soft voice was blown lightly by the sea breeze, "I want to wait to watch the sunrise, I'm a bit bored, I saw wine on the bar, so I took it and drank it."

The man frowned, and touched her fingers from her wrist. As he expected, she was blown cold.

Wen Yi saw his expression, and explained consciously, "After drinking, you won't feel cold anymore."

Mo Shichen glanced at her, withdrew his hand, turned around and walked back to the living room without saying a word.

Um?

She stuck her head out and tilted her body to see the figure of the man.

Mo Shichen rummaged through her suitcase, took out a shawl from inside, and then folded it back again, leaned over to wrap her up, and then bent down to pick her up from the chair.

Wen Yi was slightly taken aback.

Before she could react, the man hugged her and sat back in the chair, while she sat on top of him.

It didn't feel cold just now, but it's warm now.

Wen Yi looked down at her hand that was held in his palm and rubbed it for a while, and kindly reminded him, "I have a lot of free time so I have time to wait for the sunrise. Don't you have a lot of things to deal with?"

The man replied lightly, "It's not even dawn yet, so who will do the work for me."

Is there nothing he needs to deal with in Paris? When she was in Jiangcheng, Mo Shiqian was in charge of the company, but now they are gone.

I thought so, but Wen Yi still didn't say it.

She just let out a long oh, and after a few seconds of silence between each other, she stretched out her hand to hold the wine glass again.

Mo Shichen looked down and did not stop him.

Wen Yi took two sips, then turned her head to look at the sky, the light was slowly overflowing.

"You used to...well."

She wanted to ask him if he had seen the sunrise during the six months he lived on the island.

But when she turned around, her lips were blocked by a man.

Mo Shichen had already taken the wine glass away from her hand, supported her face with the other hand, pried open her lips and intruded in, his taste buds tasted the faint smell of wine, which made the kiss even more fragrant. Tired of breath.

The kiss lasted for a long time, but it was not a kiss to the end. Sometimes it was deep, sometimes shallow, and occasionally separated, but it would be attached again immediately, and I tried all kinds of kissing methods.

You have to wait for the sunrise, and there is nothing else to do anyway, but hugging each other in such a posture, there is a kissing atmosphere in the first place, and the two of them just like this, performing a textbook-like kiss without a teacher .

Until the man left after finishing, a laughing voice whispered in her ear, "Ma'am, the sunrise."

After kissing for too long, she squinted her eyes, her red lips were slightly swollen, water-colored, panting lightly, and looked at the handsome face in front of her in a daze.

The morning sea breeze covered the cold temperature, but the wine and kisses warmed her up. She looked at his face, his eyes, and the reflection of herself in his eyes.

Mo Shichen smiled lowly, pinched her chin with his fingers, and turned her face away.

The arc of the sun's disk appeared on the horizon, very red, but not yet bright.

She has lived for so many years, but it was the first time she saw the sunrise. Even though she had stayed in Jiangcheng for more than two months, she only watched the sunset and never got up early to wait for the sunrise.

The man's lips pressed against her face, and his breath sprayed on her skin, making even her nerves itch.

Wen Yi watched the sunrise.

Mo Shichen either looked down at her, leaned up and kissed her cheek, or used his fingers to brush the hair that was blown onto her face by the wind.

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Watching a sunrise by accident is not very romantic, let alone profound, but people's memory is sometimes very strange, and no matter how deep the love and hatred are, it may fade with time, but those The understatement seems to be something that is easily forgotten, but it reappears in the mind for no reason in the long future, and every frame of the picture is so clear that nothing can be seen.