Chapter 150

Wen Yiyi didn't even have time to show his reaction, so he took off his clothes.

Her green and tender body bloomed under him, so beautiful that he could not help but ask her again and again.

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It wasn't until around three o'clock in the morning that the joy and love stopped.

Wen Yiyi was so tired that he didn't want to move. He held him in his arms.

His body was pink, like a layer of pink on the bottom. On his white and smooth back, there were several deep and shallow kisses left by him.

His right hand was in his palm, full of wet sweat.

The hot breath pasted on her earlobe again, and Wen Yiyi's body shook violently.

"No, I'm so tired..."

His left hand was against his chest, and his voice was soft, not convincing at all.

"Just once." He said, pressing on her again.

"Liar." She yelled, biting the flesh on his chest. "That's what you said before."

And he once so long, she really can't afford to come.

"Good boy." Mo Xiuchen touched her head and looked at her with low eyes.

Her eyes were red, and she looked like she had cried. Her tired eyebrows could not escape his eyes.

I think she is very tired.

Mo Xiuchen bowed his head and gave her a kiss on the cheek. His voice was hoarse and he said, "go to sleep. If you still can't sleep Go on? "

Wen Yiyi's hand shakes and closes his eyes.

Curled up in his arms and soon fell asleep.

Mo Xiu Chen low Mou sees her, eyeground twinkles unidentified mood.

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the next morning.

It was about half past ten when Wen Yiyi woke up. She was the only one in the room.

She blinked, looked at the ceiling for a long time, and then sat up with her arms on her back from the bed.

Every corner of the body, no place is not sore.

Bearing the pain all over, Wen Yiyi got out of bed, went to the cupboard to find a set of pajamas and flashed into the bathroom.

After taking a bath for half an hour, the body ache was relieved.

Wen Yiyi cleaned up and went downstairs.

The TV in the living room is on, but there is no one in the living room. Only the sound of the smoking machine comes from the kitchen.

Who's in the kitchen, Mo Qingling?

Can Mo Qingling even wash a bowl all trouble, let alone cook.

With doubts, Wen Yiyi went to the kitchen door and craned his neck to look inside.

Lu Xiangyi was standing in front of the refrigerator with an apron around his waist. His eyes were staring into the refrigerator. He seemed to be looking for ingredients.

As if sensing that someone was looking at him, Lu Xiangyi looked up at the door.

Seeing that it was Wen Yiyi, Lu Xiangyi stopped for a moment. There was an unnatural flash on his face, and then he recovered.

She said in a light voice, "wake up? Take the porridge in the microwave oven. "

The attitude to Wen Yiyi is not very good. I think so. Who can be happy when facing his rival.

How can Wen Yiyi not be aware of Lu Xiangyi's attitude towards himself.

She answered, went into the kitchen, took out the porridge from the microwave oven, then took the spoon, and stood in front of the microwave oven to eat.

Looking at the chicken soup stewed in the eye pot, Wen Yiyi took a sip of porridge, licked his lips and asked, "that When Mo Xiuchen left in the morning, did he say that he would come back at noon? "

Otherwise, well, what does Lu Xiangyi do.

And these days, Lu Xiangyi is here, just making breakfast, or leaving after breakfast.

Lunch is her own solution, or eat in the school canteen, or go to the restaurant outside with Lin Xuexue.