Chapter 39

"Mo Xiuchen?" Wen Yiyi pursed her lips and yelled at him. Then she earned her hand. It seemed that she wanted to get her hand away from his palm. Unexpectedly, the more she struggled, the tighter he grasped.

Above his head are his black eyes. Wen Yiyi is staring at him. His heart beats faster involuntarily, and his white face is red.

She didn't turn her head and avoided his eyes. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly. Her voice reminded him softly: "Mo Xiuchen, it's still day, you can't..."

"What can't you do?" He leaned to her ear and asked in a low voice. His dark eyes were staring at her ruddy face. He was in a strange good mood.

With his question, his big palm also came to Wen Yiyi's waist, and the palm was close to her thin skirt.

Through that thin cloth, Wen Yiyi seems to feel the heat from his palm.

Beichi nibbles at his lower lip. Wen Yiyi looks at him with embarrassment. His face is red and his lips are slightly pursed. He doesn't speak.

See her bite lip not to say, Mo Xiu Chen put in her waist of hand slowly move to her back, looking at her more and more red face, Mo Xiu Chen still a face indifferent look, tone clear: "Wen Yi Yi, talk."

"I..." Wen Yiyi opened her mouth and said a word. Her eyes suddenly widened. She looked at the man who was pressing on her body. An unbelievable flash flashed through her eyes.

"Well? What do you think? " Mo Xiuchen's voice was clear, but it seemed to be with a trace of charm. The narrow Phoenix eyes glared at her, with a cool look.

Hand is not honest stretch to her waist, bad heart pinch, and then continue to go up, came to her underwear button.

Wen Yiyi's small face rubs red and becomes angry. When he realizes what he is going to do next, he quickly reaches out his hand and holds him down. His tone hides a bit of annoyance: "Mo Xiuchen!"

"Well?" He threw out a word lightly and looked at her with black eyes.

"Your hand..." Wen Yiyi bites her lips and says two words. She reaches out her hand to push away the person in front of her. It takes a lot of force, but he is still as steady as a mountain on her.

His hand was walking up the skin of her back. Wen Yiyi blushed. He couldn't say a word under his bantering eyes. At last, he just bowed his head and bit his neck in anger.

Mo Xiu Chen stuffy hums a, low Mou sees her, "loosen a mouth."

Wen Yiyi shook his head, still biting his neck, and said: "no, you let go first."

"Wenyiyi." He called her in a calm voice, a little more serious.

Wen Yiyi was frightened by the cold air in his voice, and his body trembled slightly, and he let go of his mouth involuntarily.

Mo Xiuchen glanced at her stupefied little face, then reached out and stroked the place she had bitten, wet, vaguely touched two teeth.

"Of dogs?" He said softly.

Wen Yiyi recovered, heard his question, subconsciously replied: "no, it belongs to rabbit."

Voice just fell, Wen Yiyi after the reaction of what, white face instantly dyed rouge.

She pursed a lower lip, lift an eye to toward Mo Xiu Chen there Chou an eye, looking at his neck that row of shallow teeth print, some embarrassed.

Mo Xiuchen saw that she was a little shy, and her eyes seemed to contain a Wang of spring water, which made him feel like a little fluttering in his heart.