Chapter 729

Wenyi did not smile, "you are really tube wider than my mother."

He didn't speak, and his feet against the door still kept her from closing the door.

She held out her hand to him. "Don't sleep. Give me my ID back."

When Mo Chen looked at her from a high position, her eyes were as deep as ink.

The man did not respond to her, she did not wait, turned to the position of the bed, even the door was not closed, she did not care.

She opened the quilt and was about to climb onto the bed. As soon as she was about to climb up, the man who followed her was encircled by her waist. The warm kiss fell on her back neck, and her thin lips pressed against her hoarse whisper, "madam, if you really don't want to do anything, let's do a hobby It's better to exercise without sleep

"I don't want to."

"Then go out and I'll take you for a ride."

"No interest."

He lost patience, thin lips spread from her back neck to shoulder, and then kiss up to the root of the ear. Finally, he simply broke her shoulder and let her turn around. His big palm clasped her face to fix her head. Then he lowered his head to kiss her lip, and soon pried off the lip and tongue, and then drove straight into the deep kiss.

Instant potential, two people fell on the bed, ink when Chen on, tightly covered her body, she pressed under the body.

Dense kisses encroached on her inch skin, and her hot breath swept all the places she had passed, and the tickle that had scratched gently seemed to lift the layers of shivering.

Wenyi lying on the bed, she bent up her knees, eyes did not close, but looked at the ceiling, so looking at the ceiling, the mouth light asked the man, "Mo Shichen, how can you be so comfortable with animals?"

He kissed her on the cheek and said hoarsely, "I gave you a choice."

"You don't fart."

She never had a chance to choose. She could only be chosen by him.

She wanted a divorce, he wouldn't allow it, threatened her.

She gave up everything and left Paris. He couldn't get rid of the brown sugar that was growing on her.

She's going to work in Lancheng, and he's withholding her papers.

Choice, when did she have the opportunity to choose?

Mo Shi Chen was silent and asked again, "do or go out?"

She sneered. "I'll let you go."

How could he roll.

Wenyi was once again entered, like last night, but not the tenderness of last night, so painful that she almost shed tears.

The tears were different from last night's, just a simple physical discomfort, so after she noticed the sour eyes, she closed them and forced her back.

Mo Shi Chen was on top of her, looking at her face from beginning to end.

Last night, she struggled and resisted. Until he succeeded, she didn't seem to give up.

Today, from the very beginning, she seems to have no idea of resistance. Even if she is willing to compromise a little, even if she does not go out and says she wants to go to read a book or a movie, he may stop because he didn't mean to do so, but only temporarily, and then act according to the situation.

He even gushed a bit of indescribable impatience.

Wenyi closed her eyes, only hate the other senses of the body can not be closed together, like a pair of eyes, everything in front of her will return to the dark, clean and completely disappear.

Naturally, she didn't see the man's tight jaw line.

Mo Shichen lowered her head and kissed her cheek closely. Then she turned to the sensitive ears of most people. Deliberately teasing made her body stiff.

"Wenyi," he said in a voice close to her ear bone, one word at a time, clear enough to distinguish each word. "Do you want to tell me that if I trap you by my side, you intend to live by my side like a walking corpse?"

Wenyi still closed his eyes, as if did not hear his words in general, did not give him any response.

She suffered for a while, soon some can not bear, biting teeth, fingers unconsciously climbed on him, and then grabbed his clothes.

Mo Shichen loves to see her stubborn and intolerable appearance, but she can't bear to see that she almost bit her own lip bleeding in order to endure, so she made a hand to pinch her jaw, forcing her to open her mouth slightly, and the upper and lower teeth could not bite out the lethality.

Sure enough, without this barrier, the voice in her throat could not be restrained.

Men always like to hear women cry under themselves. What's more, Mo Shichen's desire to conquer is never less than that of others. Besides, women like Wen Yi have the most sense of accomplishment when they fold up.

He bowed his head to kiss her, but not his lips. He just pecked at the corners of her lips. The gentle breeze and drizzle and the rhythm under him formed two kinds of sharp contrast, gentle and cruel, like ice and fire.

Besides, at least in bed, no one knows more about this man's style than Wenyi.

She put her hand around his neck and left the bed by force. She hung on his body like this. Her soft, delicate and sweaty face was actively pasted on the man's hot cheek. Her eyes had already lost their focus. Her nails were not in the skin of the man's shoulder, and she wanted to be able to pierce it again.She opened her mouth and pieced together a sentence, "don't you just want to Make me beg you Ah... " The woman's head leaned against his shoulder socket, her breathing disordered, her voice as ethereal as being knocked apart, "don't Mo Shichen, don't I beg you... "

This voice, words, soft greasy bones, as if to crisp men's bones into fine pieces.

It's just that it's not true, it's not clear.

Obviously, she was supposed to be submissive. She also seemed to give up the obstinacy and sink under him quickly. Unfortunately, she said the first half of the sentence. After that, she admitted defeat and begged for mercy again, which was just sarcasm.

Don't you just want me to beg for mercy? I just beg.

Don't you just crack down on all my resistance? I won't fight now.

Yes, I can't play with you. I won't play with you now.

It may be that her soft voice, true or false, can stimulate the blood of a man, or he may have noticed the indifference and ridicule behind her "obedience", thus stirring up a deeper sense of anger and anger. Instead of slowing down the offensive, mosichen is becoming more and more vicious and reckless in teasing her with various patterns and tireless efforts.

Wenyi felt that she didn't care. Although she couldn't bear it and kept shouting, she also allowed herself to cry out, as if the soul was to be separated from the joy and pain of bone marrow.

Until she didn't know what year it was, the man was finally coming to an end. She drifted as if she wanted to float out of her body. She suddenly regained her consciousness and exclaimed, "Mo Shichen, you don't wear a cover, don't get it in..."

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