Chapter 401

Of course Nanqiao couldn't answer him.

Mo Beicheng looked at it for a while and saw that Nanqiao really didn't plan to get out of the tea table. He held her out of the tea table. She was drunk and didn't choose. Maybe she could sleep here for a night, but he couldn't bear it.

Think about it. It's him who gets angry with a drunkard.

Nanqiao's body is slim and soft, and she is wearing silk pajamas. Mo Beicheng holds her. He just feels like holding a hairy cat, which is incredibly soft.

She should have taken a bath before drinking. The faint aroma of wine mixed with the fragrance of bath milk and shampoo.

"I should have put you here to sleep."

"Get out of here," Nanqiao said, opening his eyes and patting him in the face. "I won't stand."

This slap doesn't have much strength.

It was sliding down his face.

Mo Beicheng

I'm still thinking about it.

He took her and sat down on the sofa, sternly scolding, "do you want to drink next time?"

Nanqiao stared at him for a few seconds, then closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

Mo Beicheng

The woman shrank in his arms and seemed to dislike the wrong posture of his embrace, which made her sleep uncomfortable. She also rubbed his hand with her forehead.

Mo Beicheng looks down at the woman in his arms. He didn't intend to touch her tonight. Even if he just lost his temper and stripped her of all her clothes, he just wanted to vent his dissatisfaction and didn't intend to touch her.

Shi Sheng has just had an accident. Now he doesn't know his life or death. He is not suitable for this kind of thing.

But Wenxiang nephrite is still in his heart. She is the woman he likes. It's rare for her to be so soft and submissive that she can't be controlled.

The man leaned over, his handsome face close to him, his low voice sexy and bewitching, very provocative, "Nanqiao, can you?"

Nanqiao fell asleep and naturally did not answer him.

Mo Beicheng waited for a few seconds and said to himself, "if you don't tell me, I'll take it as your acquiescence, eh?"

It is estimated that in addition to Qiao Jinhuai, who has been stimulated to have a shadow in his heart, and who has not touched a woman for so many years, there is no one who is more subdued than him.

Mo Beicheng kisses for a while. The woman in her arms doesn't have any other movements except that she feels that he bothers her to sleep.

Not to mention responding to him.

Men have a strong desire to control in this aspect. If they don't get the response they want, they can toss her.

Hold her nose and kiss her lips.

Nanqiao was forced by him to have no way to breathe. He had to open his eyes. His eyebrows were twisted like a group of Mahua. He complained discontentedly, "Mo Beicheng, I'm sleepy."

"Well," the man murmured from his throat, holding her and pressing her on the sofa, "you sleep, you don't care about me."

Nanqiao: "I'm not sure."

Her mind is in a mess, his words continued, even if only to understand the meaning, she kicked him: "No."

How can he stop at a time like this.

Mo Beicheng stares at her. His eyes are like a net. He binds her tightly and makes her have no space to escape.

Nanqiao's brow tightened tightly, "go to bed."

At this time, Mo Beicheng didn't care about this with her. He came down from the sofa. Without waiting for Nanqiao to get up, he bent down and hugged her.

Mo Beicheng half knelt on the edge of the bed, stroked her scarlet cheek, whispered: "Nanqiao, thank you."

Nanjo had no idea why he was thanking her.

When she was sober, she probably couldn't understand, not to mention that she was so drunk now that she could only barely hear clearly and recognize people.

At this time, shouldn't we say something like "I love you" and "I miss you" that's very familiar and attractive to women.

"Why do you thank me?"

She probably won't ask when she's sober, but now she's drunk and doesn't have so many twists and turns.

I didn't understand, so I asked.

Mo Beicheng

Naturally, he thanks her for her "no divorce", but he doesn't intend to tell her.

The man's heavy body pressed on her body and heavily kisses her lips.

"Hiss."

Mo Beicheng stopped and wiped the bit on his lips with his finger——

The pulp of the finger is stained with light red.

bleeding.

"What are you biting me for?"

The man's voice was hoarse with lust, and the heavy panting was blowing on her side face.

"You haven't said it yet. Why do you say thank you?"

Mo Beicheng

He tried to crush her to death.

He patiently kisses her on the forehead, and a low voice overflows from the man's throat: "we'll discuss it later, OK, eh?"