Chapter 265

Mo modestly frowned, his voice was deep and tense. "You didn't eat it."

Of course he knew whether she had eaten.

Chi Huan turned to look at him. "Don't you want to eat?"

The man looked at her calmly, "no way."

"Can I eat..."

Before finishing a word, she had been held up by the man.

Mo Shiqian holds her and strides towards the restaurant with long legs.

"Mo is modest!"

The man turned a deaf ear and took her to the dining room chair.

Chi Huan sat, but didn't get up immediately. His eyes looked at him coldly. "What are you doing?"

He picked up the chopsticks and handed them to her. He said lightly, "eat."

She didn't answer, "no, I can't eat at you."

The man thin lips a little bit of pursed up, finally pursed into a straight line.

He still forced chopsticks into her hands and said, "OK, I'll eat when you finish."

With that, he turned and walked out of the restaurant.

Chi Huan looks at his back, grabs his lips and says in a cold voice, "Mo Shiqian, what do you mean?"

He stopped and turned to look at her. He said quietly, "don't you want to see me?"

"Why didn't you hear me say I didn't want to eat?"

"Yes, but you can't help it."

Chi Huan looks at him, expressionless.

After a few seconds, she chuckled quietly, took back her sight, put down her chopsticks, picked up the spoon and the soup.

In this posture, I'm ready to eat by myself.

Mo Shiqian stood for a while, until she scooped out half a bowl of soup and began to slowly feed herself. She never wanted to take care of him or ask him to eat together.

He turned around and left with his feet up.

After eating, Chi Huan goes straight up the stairs, finds a suit of clothes, takes a bath, stays in the study in a bathrobe until eleven o'clock, and goes back to the bedroom to sleep. When she went back, the man had not come back.

She stood on the edge of the bed with her lips closed, and climbed into the bed.

Turn off all the lights in the bedroom. It's dark.

Until nearly 12 o'clock, the whole villa is quiet.

Finally, he was so bored that he closed his notebook, put out the cigarette end between his fingers in the ashtray, and got up to go out. The bedroom was quiet and dark, with no light seeping through the door.

He frowned, wanted not to reach out to twist the door handle, and then pushed hard.

Just about to turn on the light, but through the light in the corridor to see the bed of a group seems to wriggle, but also issued a low voice of exhortation.

That's how the man's hands stop.

She's asleep?

He still didn't turn on the light. He went to the bedside and turned on the darkest light on the head of the bed. As expected, he saw a quiet woman lying on the bed, looking asleep.

Usually, she would either wait for him to come back to sleep, even if she slept first, she would keep the light on his side for him.

Mo Shiqian stood by the bed for a minute, and took his clothes to take a bath.

Chi Huan is woken up.

In fact, when the man came in and went to take a bath, she felt vaguely, just didn't want to take care of her, so she didn't wake up.

As a result, he was awakened by the itch in his neck.

It's wet and soft, like being touched by a small animal.

She dodged several times, but the itch still haunted her.

Chi Huan finally opens her eyes with boredom, only to see the man's black head buried in her shoulder.

I haven't waited for her to react. I think it's because she wakes up. The man just covers her body.

She was annoyed when she woke up with a good sleep, plus her anger at the man who didn't dissipate, she was annoyed at once, "Mo Shiqian, you..."

A word did not finish, was sealed lips by the man.

Mo Shiqian kisses directly.

Chi Huan raises his hand and pushes him, but before he pushes twice, he presses his hands with one hand. His legs want to kick him, and seconds later she is subdued. She keeps dodging over her head, but he can still release a hand and buckle her chin to fix her face.

Let him take whatever he wants.

She finally took a bite from him.

He paused for a while, but still didn't quit. Instead, he fell a more violent kiss.

But two or three days without a kiss, there is a strange feeling?

And this strangeness can easily stimulate the senses.

The kiss lasted until Chi Huan was hard to breathe, and the man was able to let go of her, leaving her lips and tongue, but the distance was still very close, and the breath seemed to be intertwined.

Chi Huan immediately turned his head and panted hard.

She stretched out her hand and was about to push him, but she could not move him any more.At last she gave up and sneered in the dark. "Don't you think I like other men and sleep with them? Why, I'm not dirty now?"

After she said a word, the man 's brow frowned.

Straight and bow, a strong kiss.

Chi Huan struggles but shivers with rage.

When he finally saw her again, he raised his voice and said, "Mo Shiqian, don't make me sleep with you."

The man said coldly, "don't make me sleep you now."

In the dark, there was a light, cold emphasis on her red lips, "Oh."

Cold and contemptuous.

It's a man who can't stand this kind of tune. What's more, he is a man with such a macho style. He needs to untie the belt of his nightdress if he is skilled.

Chi Huan didn't expect him to come.

She subconsciously thought that since he thought she slept with other men, he would probably dislike her.

Women are strange sometimes.

Like duplicity, ask knowingly, say something meaningless just for the occasion, for example --

"Mo Shiqian, what are you doing?"

Kiss from the corner of her lips all the way through the gills, spread to the back of her ears, and finally, with her ears in his hands, he said quietly, "of course it's you."

She kept trying to hide, but the whole person was trapped under him, where else to hide.

"You let me go."

The two bodies are so close to each other. Mo Shiqian can't stand any provocation in front of her. She reacts quickly and reaches her in the soft quilt.

Naturally, she felt it soon.

Her mood is complex, some annoyed, some sour, but her voice is still cold. "Don't you think I betrayed you?"

The man's hoarse voice faded, "I don't think so."

"Haven't you?"

"I'm just saying it's objectively possible."

"You..."

What's the difference between the objective possibility and the suspicion of her?

She was still angry and didn't want to talk to him. "It's possible. Now it's not ruled out. Don't touch me."

"You're mine, even if you really like it, it's mine. What can't I touch, eh?"