Chapter 783

"Don't you want to go?" He said lightly.

Wenyi pursed her lips. "I don't mean that," she explained after a pause. "When I went out just now, I got a phone call from my mother. She and my sister-in-law were shopping nearby and asked if I would like to go to dinner together. I seldom go with them recently, so I went."

"I delayed you."

It is.

Wenyi thought so, but she didn't say it, and she didn't know whether it was every man - no matter how mature or deep he looked, they always had the childlike side in their bones, or the man in front of her deliberately forced her to coax him by playing with his child's temper.

He likes her to coax him, she knows.

Thinking about this, and thinking about how he was hurt, she took a step back, turned back, stooped down and kissed his handsome face, "is it OK to eat?"

"Well, yes."

"

she commented," Mo Shichen, you are really naive. "

"Then kiss again."

"

Wenyi looks at him wordlessly.

The man waited patiently for her, with a posture of no eating without kissing.

Wenyi's face was expressionless, and she lowered her head again to get together with her, ready to perfunctory kiss again. However, as soon as the lip touched and was about to leave, her back brain was clasped by a hand, and then she pressed it heavily. The lip was even tighter.

She had to struggle. Just as she was exerting her strength, she heard the man's dull groan, and even her eyebrows were wrinkling unconsciously. Then she dared not.

Dare not the result is that the man quickly Prys open her lips and teeth, drives straight into the invasion, the tongue stirs her mouth, the sticky lick brush every inch of the inner wall, straight to the same color, make her scalp immersed in numbness.

After the end of the kiss, the lips even came out with silver when they parted.

Wenyi's face was calm, but her ears were still red because of the large-scale kiss. She was a little annoyed. She didn't know whether she was annoyed by his progress, or her connivance, or both.

"Shyness"

there's another word that hasn't been read out, because Wenyi just lowered his head in vain and bit his lower lip.

Too close to each other, we can still see each other.

She saw a smug smile in his eyes, so she was even more annoyed, and she bit down his teeth.

Little prick pain, more clear more ambiguous, especially staggered breathing seems to isolate the taste of disinfectant, spray on each other's skin.

Mo Shichen squints his eyes and reaches out to lick her.

Wen Yiru touched the electricity and left in a moment.

The man stared at her, laughing happily, as contented as if he had succeeded in teasing the girl.

It was only when the wound was accidentally pulled that it was able to converge. The brow was still wrinkled, but the smile in the eyes was not.

Wen job's face with the angry color wiped lips, warning him, "do not laugh."

It seemed that the more she was ashamed and annoyed, the more she warned him.

"Mo Shichen, don't blame me for your smile."

He looked at her with a smile. "What do you want to do to me?"

Wenyi stared at him for a while, then, unexpectedly, he leaned forward for the third time.

When Mo Shichen didn't react, she had already opened her lips actively, and learned from him to lick his lips tentatively. The man reacted quickly, without hesitation, and kissed back more crazily.

Soft fingers across a layer of sick clothes fell on the man's waist, gently stroked.

She is touching his waist. Her fingers are slowly crawling and lighting up. It's so obvious that the touch can't be more significant. When Mo Shichen looks at her, the color of her eyes instantly deepens, and even the disordered breath completely disrupts the rhythm.

He already knew what she wanted to do, subconsciously wanted to stop her, but the voice was stuck in her throat, but it couldn't come out.

The evil finger had reached in from his dress swing, and she felt around, as if looking for something, until she found the abdominal muscles with different ups and downs, and then she felt "unbridled".

Although Wenyi has always been more cooperative with her in bed, she has rarely taken the initiative. He has always been the only one who likes to touch her soft, fragrant and greasy skin. This is the first time that she deliberately touched him.

The whole body's blood was mobilized almost in an instant, and all rushed to one place, which was unstoppable and fierce.

If it wasn't for his body's disallowance, there is no doubt that he has now turned over and pressed the woman who teased her under her body and entered fiercely.

However, the cruel reality does not allow him to kiss her deeper.

What's more cruel is that Wenyi didn't even give him a kiss, and straightened up and left him.

"Wenyi" he called her in a hoarse voice, with a deep desire.

She sat at the bedside, raised her lips and looked at him coolly. "Is it comfortable?""Wenyi," the man's voice is hoarse and magnetic. He is particularly sexy because of his lust. The hormones he sends out are in a mess. His eyes are dyed light red even when he looks at her. There is also a kind of light like trapped animals.

She smiled at him. "You like kissing me. You've kissed me enough. Now you can eat."

Wenyi suddenly understood why he laughed so happily before, because the feeling of doing evil was very good, especially the control of everything in front of him seemed to make others take his helpless man upset but unable to relieve.

That sense of achievement is like a wave, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.

"I feel bad."

Affliction is not enough to bear the pain of burning bones now. Maybe Wyn job is not active at ordinary times, and the effect is amazing once in a while, and he thinks that the woman's heartless smile makes him burn even worse.

She seldom smiles so well in front of him, especially recently.

There's a feeling that the second child is going to give up.

But she said mercilessly, "bear it."

"You torture the wounded."

Wenyi's eyebrows and eyes were bent with a smile. She bent down. This time, she didn't kiss him anymore. She just got close to him and blew gently in his ear. "Because you owe me, who makes you bully me when you're not hurt? It seems that it's really swollen. If the nurse wants to come in now, you can see that Mr. Mo is paralyzed in the bed and is in the mood to play rogue."

When she was talking, she deliberately leaned close, and her breath blew by. Even the ends of her hair scratched on his cheek.

Her smile, her explicit words, her fragrance and unintentional hair all turned into fatal temptation at this moment, all of which increased the firepower.

"Wenyi, do you want my life, eh?"

"No."

He closed his eyes, opened them again, and smiled calmly and hoarsely, "I remember my revenge, baby, you know."