Chapter 370

Tang Xinyan poked away the broken hair on the forehead of Mo Chi Wei, and saw a wound that had just been removed. Her pupils contracted, "what's the matter? Have you been hurt? "

Seeing the tension and confusion in her eyes, he stretched out his long arm, held her in his arms, put his chin on her head, and said in a low voice, "it's OK, a little injury, don't worry."

Hearing his words, Tang Xinyan angrily pushes him away.

She went to the French window, lips close, black and white apricot eyes gushing mist.

He's always like this. He didn't tell her about his back injury in the last explosion, and he didn't tell her about his forehead injury this time.

If she hadn't found out, how long would he have kept it from her?

She has confessed everything to him, but what about him?

In her heart, he was still mysterious and far away.

Mo Chi Wei looks at Tang Xinyan's angry back. He walks up behind her and encircles her slender waist with his long arm.

Her determined jaw rested on her shoulder, grasped her soft hand and pinched it gently. "It's because I'm afraid you'll know how sad you are. Like now, I won't say. It's nothing to hurt a man a little bit. "

Tang Xinyan shakes off his big hand and walks forward two steps. But he quickly sticks it up again. His thin lips suck her white jade ear beads, and the hot breath spills into her cochlea. "Madam, don't be angry, eh?"

His voice was deep and elegant. After deliberately lowering it, it became more and more magnetic and provocative. She was so crisp that her neck was shrinking and her ears were flushed. "Don't try to muddle through. I don't listen to you. I only know you didn't take me as your wife!"

"No, I don't think you're a wife. What do you think?" His big palm slowly went up from her abdomen. After she took a bath, she only put on a bathrobe. It was vacuum inside. He reached in and held it directly. Her face was burning like a fire. "Don't do that, Captain Mochi!"

"Which one?" He held her on the shoulder, turned her over and faced him directly.

Her back against the French window, opened her mouth, there is no time to say anything, he was heavily sucked into the thin lips.

She clenched her hands into fists and beat him on the shoulder. She sobbed vaguely, "Mo Well... "

While she was talking, his tongue went straight in.

He ripped off the belt of her bathrobe, and his rough fingers swam freely on her greasy skin.

……

She was pregnant, he did not dare to pick her up directly, he took her to bed.

She was dazed by his kisses. She closed her long eyelashes and let his kisses fall from her lips to her cheeks and ears

His fingertips, with a burning temperature, can make every inch of skin tremble.

She opened her eyes and wanted him to stop. She was still angry. She couldn't do such a thing, but she couldn't open her mouth at all.

A mouth, his thin lips on the plug up.

Looking at his handsome and deep face, strong chest, and evenly distributed six abdominal muscles, her heart beat fast.

He belongs to the type that makes girls scream, whether it's body or face.

Even a certain place is gifted.

Room temperature, higher and higher, such as a single spark, can start a prairie fire.

……

After last night, it didn't hurt that much.

But it's hot, quite hot.

All around is his breath, clear, charming, hot, magnetic -

full of androgen flavor.

She is like a boat floating in the sea, and he is holding up her waves, let her ups and downs, with his rhythm and shaking.

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