Chapter 169

Chi Huan looks at him

She also accepted the explanation. After all, she knew a little about his way of thinking.

She was in a better mood and a little sweet, but she could not help muttering, "gifts are things that first look at the giver, then at the gift itself."

When Mo modestly raises eyebrow, "your woman's esthetics and likes, also can subjective shift?"

"Yes."

He only wanted to choose one she liked, so he asked Song Shu specially, because Song Shu is also a daughter of a big family and a woman, so it's easier to choose one she likes.

But she thought it was more important who chose it.

Wonderful.

He had a faint smile in his eyes. Looking at her puffed up cheeks, he looked very soft. Then he looked down and kissed her. He said in a hoarse voice, "OK, I'll choose next time."

Kissing, his hands are not right.

Chi Huan didn't stop him from extending his hand into his nightgown. He wrapped his hand around his neck and said softly, "next time, don't ask other women how to please me, just ask me directly."

Her man, she taught herself.

She felt that Well, he might have some help.

Mo Shiqian stares at her blushing face, and mumbles.

His eyes were too dark and hot. Chi Huan looked at the bottom of his heart and was a little flustered. It was like playing a drum. She tooted up her mouth and complained, "in order to cook for you, I burned my hand, but you didn't eat a bite."

As she spoke, she showed off her fingers.

The cut is pasted with band aid, and the scalded one is applied with some ointment bought before.

Mo Shi looked at her modestly, and looked at her fingers, frowned, held up her fingers, kissed her on the lips, and asked in a low and dumb way, "how do you want to compensate?"

Chi Huan felt that his fingers were softened by his kiss, and he pursed his lips. "Come back early tomorrow and make me a table of vegetables. Make them by hand."

He hasn't cooked since he moved here.

"Good."

"Are you free?"

"Yes."

She looked at him and said, "who knows if you'll have anything to do temporarily? Anyway, you promised me. If you fail again, you'll make up twice as much."

He smiled. "OK."

After thinking about it, Chi Huan narrowed his eyes and said, "besides, don't tell manager song that you will come back to cook for me Well, don't tell her about us. If she wants to ask you, you say I'm busy, still angry with you, and don't want to take care of you It's the same with other women. "

Mo modestly raised his eyebrows, smiled in his voice, and said in a low voice, "OK, listen to you."

He seldom mentioned his private affairs to others, this time it was just because of the gift, so he mentioned it to Song Shu.

Chi Huan is satisfied, hugs his neck and yawns, "OK, go back to sleep."

"It's good here, too."

She was sleepy and didn't respond for a while. "What's good?"

The man's arm around her waist, bent over her ears, kissed her for a while and then held it directly. "Change places."

Chi Huan, "..."

She put her hand on his chest. "It's late now. I'm so sleepy."

"I want to," he said simply and directly, as if he asked or ordered, with the smell of demagogues, his voice getting lower and hoarse, "give me, you've been resting for a long time, eh?"

Where there is anything for a long time, just a few nights.

But it's true that we haven't had such a long break Cough.

She pursed her lips. "Who told you not to go back to bed early? You didn't read a book. Now you have finished sleeping."

Just because he said it tasteless, he was angry.

Mo Shiqian, "..."

She was so disgusted with him at that time that she could let him do it?

Even if I did, I might hate him even more.

When he thought of this, he felt a layer of haze again, and some uncontrollable fidgety. Although she came to him and still seemed to love him, it still couldn't completely release the gloom.

With this secret emotion, the man's kisses and actions are inevitably a little urgent and rude, and all vent on the invasion of her.

Although he is not gentle in his usual style, Chi Huan still can't resist, "Mo is modest You take it easy. "

He bowed his head and kissed her, vaguely, but there was no sign of half a silk slowing down.

She added, "go back to the bedroom..."

He pestered her with kisses and a dumb smile. "You were in the study last time, weren't you very cool, eh?"

Chi Huan, "..."

She bit her lips and looked at him with eyes, half coquettish, "but the desk is cold and hard It's cold now, I don't like it. "

Maybe she hasn't spoiled him like this for a long time. Mo Shiqian's hair is very soft, but the * * that was just jumping up immediately flourished to the extreme, and it was hard and painful.When Chi Huan saw his black eyes and stared at her, he looked like a wild animal.

And a beast ready to go.

He pinched her jaw and kissed her deeply. After the oxygen was to be cleaned by him, he heard his low and hoarse way in her ear in the hazy, "then you will not be cold or hard sitting on me."

It's true that for a short time, Chi Huan didn't have intimacy, which made him feel strange and exciting. What's more, such a place, such a posture

Mo Shiqian has been hungry for a long time. He obviously can't feed him once.

chi Huan is carried back to his bedroom by him. He seems to know that he wants to come again. He hurriedly backs away. As a result, his eyes are very dark. For a while, he even stutters, "Hugh Take a break... "

Before she finished speaking, he buckled his slender ankle and dragged it back again. Before she could react, she bullied herself and sank into her waist again with the moisture before.

He clasped her big face, his hair was messy, his face was red, and she was as charming as if she could dribble out of the water, and her tiny murmur overflowed her red lips intermittently, like enjoyment, or suffering pain, and his fingers clung to the sheets under her.

The man leaned down to kiss her sweaty little face, and bumped harder than before. His voice was tense, calm, hoarse, and blurred because his thin lips were against her skin. "Is it comfortable?"

"Well Well. "

She can't quite tell what he's talking about.

"Do I smell or smell, eh?"

He hit hard. Chi Huan's brain was a little white. He didn't know what he was talking about, and he couldn't answer his questions.

Mo Shiqian, with patience, asked hoarsely again, "I ask you whether I taste delicious or tasteless."

Maybe he asked twice, and she roughly put together his question.

Slightly opened his eyes, and looked at the handsome face above vaguely. His eyes were still like the deep sea, but they were not as calm as before, but the waves were fierce.

When I stared at her, I didn't even blink.