Chapter 366

The woman raised her face in his arms, just a few hairs floating on her white face.

She nodded. "If it makes you feel better, yes."

Make him feel better?

Mo Shi Qian looks down at this beautiful face that the light and dark crisscross has already let people see clearly, listen to her say so, as if there is a kind of hand stretched into his chest, and then die to hold his heart.

There was no other feeling, just a heavy suffocation.

He looked down at her, breathing more and more quickly and heavily, because of the desolation and emptiness that rapidly spread in his heart, he bit her lips again.

This time, there is no smell of kissing. It's just chewing.

Like hate, or hate.

She did not struggle all the time, as if she did not feel pain.

Not no pain, just this pain, far less than the heart of the pain.

She used to read novels and TV dramas, people often said that using physical pain to ease the heart and mental pain, she thought it was farting.

How can pain ease another kind of pain, it is clear that the pain plus pain is right.

It turns out that it can.

If it makes him feel better, she really doesn't care.

But obviously not.

Before finding her, what tormented Mo was the anxiety of fear.

He didn't expect that after finding her, the ordeal could escalate.

In the end, Mo Shiqian didn't choose to take her here. Although he wanted to, his brain was full of violent possession of his pictures, but

Most amusement park cameras don't turn off at night.

Even if he doesn't mind acting in the spring palace at night, he can't tolerate her being seen in love.

The man's action is not gentle to pull her sweater back, and will be peeling off the coat picked up on the ground, re wrapped in her body.

Not gentle, even rough, beautiful face is gloomy and terrifying, can not see warmth.

"Where's the scarf?"

Chi Huan looked at him and moved his lips to reply slowly, "where did you forget to put it?"

He asked coldly, "are you here all day today?"

She nodded slowly again.

Da Yin is hidden in the city. There will be a long line in the playground from the morning. There is no need for more people. She will find a dead corner for monitoring, and no one will pay attention to her all day.

And it's hard to find.

Mo Shiqian's lips gave a sneer of ridicule, but he pulled the scarf from his neck --

when he went out, Muxi saw how little he was wearing and knew that it was impossible for him to change his clothes, so he had to wear this scarf. Chi Huan looked at him without expression and wrapped the scarf with body temperature around her neck.

Then he beat her and held her up.

"Mo Shiqian..."

He pointed hard and said coldly, "Chi Huan, I'm very tired today. I don't want to listen to you any more."

Chi Huan pursed her lips, and her heart and mouth were as dense as needles.

Several bodyguards were waiting in the parking area outside the playground.

Seeing them come out, he immediately opened the door.

Mo Shiqian held her to the co pilot, closed the door and threw a sentence to the bodyguards indifferently, "don't follow me any more. Go back to talk to the fashion company for me. Everything is settled. Let my parents rest early."

"Yes."

He rounded the front of the car, got into the driver's seat and drove back.

He obviously didn't plan to take her back to the villa. Chi Huan didn't know where he was going to take her, but he didn't ask.

Has passed zero point of the city, the street lamp alone on, quiet enough to hear only the wind whistling by.

Forty minutes later, the car stopped on the parking lot of an upscale community.

Chi Huan looks at the outside, very strange, but strange with familiar.

This is Xishan mansion.

The man got out of the car, pulled the door open, put his finger on her wrist and pulled her out of the car.

That's right. It's drag.

He has long legs. Once he doesn't accommodate her steps, if Chi Huan doesn't quicken his pace to keep up with him, he will have to stagger and be forced to follow.

He didn't say a word to her, nor did she.

The door opened and he changed his shoes, but he didn't let go.

Through the living room and bathroom, Chi Huan is almost thrown into the bathroom, and he releases her hand.

At last the light was so bright that they could see each other's faces.

"Take a bath."

"Mo Shiqian..."

"Take a bath. Don't make me do it for you."

She didn't even finish reading his name. The man had already held the doorknob and closed the bathroom door. Obviously, he didn't want to listen to her or give her a chance to speak.

"Bang", the sound of closing the door is not light.

Xishan residence has been deserted for a long time. It is very clean at first sight, but you can find that it is covered with a layer of light ash.…………

When Chi Huan comes out wrapped in a bath towel, the man has made up his bedroom and changed all the bedding on the bed.

The curtain was not closed. Through the glass of the French window, she could see the tall and straight figure standing on the balcony, the cigarette end flashing in the dark, and the slowly curling smoke lingering around him with the night.

He stood there with indescribable loneliness and loneliness.

She always knew that moshiqian didn't smoke much except when she was in a bad mood.

I don't know if I heard her opening the door or felt her sight. After standing by the bed for less than a minute, Chi Huan turned and looked at her.

Between his breath and his thin lips, he spits out blue and white smoke. Half of his cigarettes are caught in the middle. He looks at her through the French window, and then directly snuffs out the unfinished half of the cigarette and throws it into the garbage basket.

Finally, he opened the door and came in and closed it.

Slender legs directly came to her, powerful hands pinched her waist, pushed her directly into the mattress, and then bullied the body, the tall and heavy body covered with the soft and fragrant body of the woman.

The whole process is completed in one go, without any delay, but without any pause.

Seaweed like long hair without any rules on the dark blue mattress, like the sea Banshee.

There are traces of being bitten by men on the red lips, adding a delicate and pitiful taste.

The towel only covered the chest to hip, shoulder, clavicle, thin white legs, all exposed to the air, and men's fundus.

No dialogue, no communication, no eye contact.

There's not even foreplay.

Mo Shiqian directly pulled the only towel wrapped on her body, tore off the belt, and then sank into the waist.

In her present physical condition, foreplay is of no use, let alone none at all.

When he entered her body, he always looked down at her face.

Naturally and clearly, her facial features wrinkled in an instant, her face was buried in the soft mattress, and her fingers were gripping the sheets because of pain and discomfort.

He gave a sneer.

This gesture of patience, as if he had bullied her.

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