Chapter 729

Wenyi didn't smile. "You really care more than my mother."

He didn't speak, and his foot against the door was still working hard to keep her from closing.

She reached out to him and said, "it's ok if you don't sleep. Give me my ID back."

When Mo Chen looked at her, her eyes were as deep as ink.

The man didn't respond to her, and she didn't wait much. She turned around and went to the bed. She didn't care if the door wasn't closed.

She opened the quilt and was about to climb to bed. Just about to climb up, she was encircled by the man who followed her in from behind. The warm kiss fell on her back neck, and the thin lips stuck to her dumb whisper, "madam, if you really don't want to do anything, then we'll do a hobby It's better to exercise than to sleep all day and all night. "

"I don't want to."

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

"Not interested."

He lost patience. He asked her shoulder from the back of his neck, and then he smelled the root of his ear. At last, he simply grabbed her shoulder and let her turn around. His big hand clasped her face and kissed her deeply on her lips.

In an instant, they fell on the bed, and Mo Shichen was on the bed, pressing her.

The thick kisses encroach on her inch skin, and the hot breath is also the place to sweep away.

She bent up her knees, not closed her eyes, but looked at the ceiling. She asked the man lightly, "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.

Mo Shichen was silent and asked again, "do you want to go out or do you want to do it?"

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

How could he roll.

Wenyi's legs were separated by him. He was still in this bed. The man ran her through as thoroughly as last night. There was no foreplay or tenderness. When she came up, she was aggressive. The woman who didn't adapt at all was almost in tears because of his size.

The tears were different from last night, and she closed her eyes and forced her back.

Mo Shichen is above, looking at her face all the time.

Except for the frown of his discomfort, her pale look had little emotional change, even obedience to his possession.

She struggled and resisted last night, but she didn't seem to give up until he succeeded.

Today, from the very beginning, she didn't even have the idea of resistance. Even if she was willing to compromise a little bit, even if she didn't go out, she would get up and say she wanted to read a book and watch a movie. He might stop because he didn't mean that, but he just wanted to do it temporarily, and then he went along with the trend.

Mingming's warm and moist tightness made him extremely comfortable and satisfied, but his happiness failed to infect his spiritual world.

He even gushed out a little indefinable and confused.

Wenyi closed his eyes, only hate other senses of the body can not be closed together, like the eyes together, everything in front of him is dark, neat and completely disappeared.

Naturally, she did not see the tight jaw line of the man.

Mo Shichen lowers his head and kisses her cheek, then turns to the sensitive ears of most people, deliberately flirting, which makes her stiff.

"Wenyi," he said, his voice muffled against her ear bone, "do you want to tell me that if I'm trapped by you, you're going to live by me like a walking corpse?"

Wenyi still closed his eyes, as if he didn't hear what he said, and didn't give him any response.

The man smiled deeply in her ear, and then the offensive changed suddenly. It was very fast, very deep, and very heavy to the inside, like a layer of violent malice.

After a while, she was soon unable to bear it. She bit her teeth and unconsciously climbed on him with her fingers. Then she grabbed his clothes.

There was extremely malicious or tampering or grinding, Wenyi soon couldn't resist. Her cry and low cry were not out of control because she was biting her lips.

Mo Shichen loves to see her stubborn and intolerable appearance with him, but she can't bear to see that she almost bit her lips and bled in order to bear it, so she released a hand to make Qiaoli pinch her jaw, forcing her to slightly open her mouth, and the upper and lower teeth can't bite out the lethality.

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

Men always love to hear women call themselves unable to help themselves. Besides, Mo Chen's desire to conquer is never less than others. Besides, women like Wenyi are the most successful when they fold up.

He bowed his head and kissed her, but not her lips. He pecked at her lips once and again. The gentle breeze and drizzle contrasted with the rhythm under him. They were gentle and cruel, like ice and fire.

In other aspects, at least in bed, no one knows the man's style better than Wenyi.She put out her hand around his neck and left the bed by force, so she hung it on his body. Her soft, delicate and sweaty face actively pasted on the hot cheek of the man. Her eyes were already out of focus. Her fingernails fell into the flesh on the man's shoulder, and she wished she could get in again.

She opened her mouth and pieced together a sentence, "you don't want to Make me beg you Ah... " The woman's head was leaning against his shoulder, breathing was disordered, and her voice was scattered like a shadow, "don't be so deep Mo Shichen, don't be so deep I beg you... "

The voice said this, soft and greasy, as if it was going to crush all men's bones.

It's just as true as false. It's hard to tell.

Obviously, she was supposed to surrender. It seems that she soon abandoned her armor and gave up her stubbornness and fell under him. Unfortunately, she said the first half of the sentence. Since then, more confession and begging for forgiveness are just satire.

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

Don't you see all my revolts suppressed by recruiting and dismantling? I don't revolt now.

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

It may be that her soft voice, whether true or false, can stimulate the blood of men. It may also be that he has sensed the indifference and ridicule behind her "obedience", which has stirred up deeper anger and anger. Instead of slowing down the offensive, Mohist has been playing with her fiercely and indefatigably.

Wenyi felt that she didn't care. Although she could not bear it and kept shouting, she also let herself shout, as if the soul had been separated from the joy that was going to enter the marrow.

Until she didn't know what year it was, the man was finally coming to an end. Her free consciousness seemed to float out of her body and suddenly returned to her mind. She cried out in a panic, "Mo Shichen, you don't wear a suit, you're not allowed to get in..."