Chapter 450

Chi Huan pressed the quilt on for a while and the man didn't move.

She thought it was boring and boring, so she withdrew her hand.

After a few seconds, he didn't pull the quilt off.

Chi Huan saw him pretending to be dead and said, "hello."

The man still didn't respond.

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

She quipped her lips and looked at the motionless man. "You're not dead."

Still not moving.

She snorted, "it's best to die of such a curse."

No response.

Chi Huan has a strange idea in her mind. If she really suffocates this man to death -

well, the life imprisonment of male leader and female leader is also a turning point.

She still reached out and lifted the quilt. Just as she was about to take back her hand, she was grabbed by the man who suddenly opened her eyes. He pulled her to himself, and then she fell down on him.

"Well..."

The head was buckled and stuck to her lips.

Asshole.

After a long deep kiss, the man pressed her red lips and asked in a low voice, "what do you want to eat at night, Huanhuan."

"There's nothing to eat. You starve to death."

She put the quilt on his head, then pulled out the pillow and smashed it hard. "Put on your underwear for me, and then take your photos with me and send them to all the people in your address book."

Then she went out.

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After about half an hour, it was all dark outside, and the lights were not on in the bedroom. It soon became pitch black.

Is this woman really going to starve him and let him die?

Mo Shiqian stretched out his hand and turned on the lamp at the head of the bed and slowly sat up.

The pain on the waist has not been alleviated. It hurts badly when you move it.

Putting on his underwear and trousers, he went out with his upper body bare.

Just went to the living room, there is a strong fragrance.

It's not hard to identify. It's from the kitchen.

She Cooking?

Chi Huan was scooping a spoonful of soup and blowing it with his head down. When the heat was almost gone, he sent it to his lips.

Her wrist was held by a hand extending from behind and sent in the other direction.

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

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

Her back is attached to his chest of red fruit, so close that the breath is intertwined. Chi Huan turns her head and looks at the perfect curvature of his jaw.

He's sticking out the tip of his tongue, licking his lips, sexy.

When Mo Qian low eyes to see her, lip breath spurt down, "when to learn?"

"When I'm bored."

The man's head lowered a little, and his thin lips were almost close to her ear. He asked in a hoarse voice, "did you cook the food at that table last night?"

Chi Huan felt that his ears were paralyzed. He took back the spoon and pushed his head away. "Are you too painful to move?"

He looked down at her as if to Qin bleeding ears, deliberately blowing blowing, "hungry."

She put out her hand to turn off the fire, and as she filled the soup, she said, "you can go to the restaurant and sit down. You can eat later."

Mo when humble head, looking at her white face, pupil contraction.

Half ring, the man's hand is still on her waist, did not speak, did not move.

Chi Huan looked back at him, "what are you still standing for?"

Mo Shi Qian put up the posture just now, light slowly open a mouth, "what's the matter with you?"

She wondered, "what's wrong with me?"

The man a pair of deep dark eyes stare at her face, but the tone has been very light, light sparse, "how to be good."

Chi Huan pulled her pale crimson lips, "have I become good?"

He said with a low smile, "buy me medicine, take me home, blow my hair, plaster me, pinch my waist. Now, even rice is cooked for me You are not so nice to me even when you claim to love me. "

The so-called two words, how to take some of the taste of ridicule.

He pinched her chin with his fingers and lifted her face a little higher, as if he could see her more clearly. "I'm the one who hurt your boyfriend and almost disabled him. You treat me like this Is it too sorry for him? Or... "

Man's epilogue has become a lot, mixed with the meaning of a deep smile, "think it out, ready to be my lover?"

Chi Huan looked at him and laughed, "why don't you think about the possibility that I'll poison you?"

Mo Shi Qian gently patted her face, "so stupid, you will not."

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At night.Mo Shiqian sleeps on the bed of Chi Huan, and Chi Huan sleeps in the sofa.

The lights went out, and both men looked at the dark ceiling with their eyes open.

The consciousness is clear and bright, all have no drowsiness.

Late summer and early autumn, late at night, moonlight sprinkled into the room, quiet, cool, beautiful, and inexplicably sad.

Instead of changing her pajamas, Chi Huan, dressed in a beige, thin and soft sweater, curled up in the sofa like a cat with her head resting on a teddy bear. She turned over and lifted up the sleeve of her left hand.

A little bit above the wrist, wrapped in a white bandage, her right hand caressed it.

Suddenly, heavy press down.

A trace of pain sharp intensive attack her nerve, white bandage also Qin out of the spot of blood color.

She breathed slowly.

The light footstep sounds. The night is too quiet, and Chi Huan is awake again. She also hears the subtle movement. She immediately puts down her hand, pulls down her sweater and closes her eyes.

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

He stood beside the sofa, in the moonlight, the original tall and straight figure was pulled into a lot, standing silent, even if there is a kind of ghost illusion.

If Chi Huan wakes up suddenly, lengbu Ding looks at such a shadow standing beside him, he will probably scream with fright.

He bent down and picked her up.

The lumbar side was dull, deepened and elongated.

He carried her to the bedroom without any expression. The disobedient woman would sleep on the sofa all his life and death, causing him to come to aggravate his waist injury in the middle of the night.

He didn't even know what she was thinking.

She didn't want to sleep with him. After he compromised on sleeping on the sofa, she was not allowed to.

"Your hands are too long, your feet are too long, people are too long, my sofa can't hold you, just fit myself."

Didn't he know that she would have to sleep in a large double bed when she came to sleep as soon as possible. She would not be used to it in such a small sofa?

Mo Shiqian usually holds her as easily as carrying a kitten. Now he is holding a small and skinny adult woman with a waist injury, which is like lifting a jack.

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

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