Chapter 397

South Qiao opens big eyes, the light of pupil Mou is a bit dispersive.

prove?

How can this be proved?

It's hard for her to explain one by one.

"I'm more important than them. Prove it to me, eh?"

Mo Beicheng took off most of his clothes before he went to bed. At this moment, their skin was close to each other, and there was only a thin layer of cloth between them.

He moved his body.

Nanqiao's whole scalp was fried, and his hands were tightly against his waist. He refused to go further. "I'm tired, I don't want to."

Mo Beicheng didn't have to do anything, but seeing her refusal, he wanted to take a step further.

Close to——

She didn't refuse.

The woman under his body was bullied miserably by him, pitiful and angry, "I don't want to, you let me go."

Mo Beicheng naturally knew that this kind of time was not suitable for doing this kind of thing, but in his feelings, there was never any reason to say.

He forces her like this, just want to see a little of his own existence from her eyes since last night.

Damn it.

The more he realized that his emotions were uncontrollable, the more irritable he was, and his hands began to be wild again.

"I don't want to, Mo Beicheng. I said I don't want to," she screamed and bit his arm.

they hurt.

It was mo Beicheng's first reaction.

However, the pain is not the arm she bit, but another place.

The man tensed his body and looked down at her without further action.

Nanqiao's mood completely out of control, a drop of tears from her eyes, gradually more and more, eyelashes also stained, crystal bright.

His arm was wet with her tears.

The room fell into silence.

Only Nanqiao's intermittent sobs.

Mo Beicheng let her bite, but Nanqiao didn't use any force except for the first bite.

The teeth are almost just sticking to the skin.

She was crying.

The labial flap trembles and cuts his arm from time to time. It's very soft, but it's like a sharp blade cutting his skin.

"Don't cry."

He rolled over from her and reached for a cigarette on the bedside table.

And then it came back, this is the guest room.

Women are still crying, with a few mumbling.

The voice was very low. Mo Beicheng couldn't hear it clearly. He leaned slightly and got closer——

"No, don't touch me."

Mo Beicheng's eyes flashed. For a second, he was absent-minded. He pursed his lips and picked Nanqiao up with the quilt. He was kissing her forehead. His voice was heavy and thick. "I'm sorry."

Nanqiao avoids his lips. She tries to break him and lie back on the bed, but the man's strength doesn't give her any room to resist.

Anyway, she can't get rid of it, so she saves her energy and doesn't do any more useless work.

Close your eyes and refuse to talk to him.

This is not the first time.

She really hated the way she was treated rudely.

It doesn't matter whether we do it or not.

"Nanqiao," Mo Beicheng called out her name. Knowing that she didn't like him to hold her now, he put her back on the bed according to her wish.

Nanqiao immediately turned his back to him and moved to the side of the bed.

He pinned her disordered hair behind her ears, with a wry smile of self mockery: "I'm sorry, I..."

In the end——

Those three words are still unspoken.

To love or not to love is not just to say "I love you." he hopes that she can feel that he loves her.

There was no Nightgown in the guest room, so Mo had to put on his clothes again.

Open the door.

He looked back, Nanqiao still maintained the curling body movement just now, but without him, he didn't move to the side.

"Sorry, I'm a little out of control."

Mo Beicheng turned his head to get out of the room, and behind him came the sound of falling things.

He thought that it was Nanqiao who accidentally touched something. For fear that she would be hurt, he looked back quickly.

Nanqiao, who was still curled up just now, was sitting on the bed and staring at him. "Mo Beicheng, every time you quarrel, you come to run away from home. Are you bored?"

Mo Beicheng

He couldn't help bending his lips. "I want to go down and cook noodles for you. You haven't eaten for a day."

Nanqiao: "I'm not sure."

She lay down and pulled the quilt over her head.

Even so, you can still hear men's low laughter, which is almost joyful.