Chapter 277

Soft fingers glided over his handsome cheeks.

Mo yanjue's ears are a little hot unconsciously.

All over her body was about to be provoked by her fire.

But the dead woman didn't even know it, even if she touched her face, she even pinched his earlobe.

Did she know that his earlobes were sensitive?

Controlling the sea of fire rolling in his chest, he reached for her restless little hand.

But drunk, she is as flexible today.

He held out his hand for several times, but he didn't catch it. Instead, he was caught dead by her.

"Let go!"

Mo yanjue couldn't bear it most. It was the dead woman who even went to untie the belt around his waist.

Sir Alex will never bully a drunk woman even if he needs to.

What he wants is her willingness.

It's not what happens when you're drunk.

The first time he was drugged, it was his shame and remorse.

Fortunately, muxueer didn't pester him these days. It seems that what he said last time played a role.

"Isn't that all you want?"

His eyes were red and hazy when he was occupied by alcohol, and he was also vague when he spoke.

But she can't deceive people because she seems to see through his eyes.

What's more hurtful is her saying, "isn't that all you want?"

Who does she think he is?

Push her hard, the two people keep their distance, deep eyes with anger, covetous glare at her.

"Muqiqi, listen to me. It's not your body that I want, but your heart."

The woman who was dragged by him was still soft like a puddle of mud, but after he said a word, a tear slipped out of her eyes.

"Moyanjue" · "

" why do you want to be so good to me "·"

after two sentences, he fell into moyanjue's solid arms.

Patted her back gently, and he smiled, "stupid woman, I'm not good to you, who is good to you?"

Muqiqi, who was completely drunk, leans on moyanjue's shoulder in peace. There is a low and deep voice in her ear. Her ears are tickling with the smell, but she doesn't hear what moyanjue said.

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it is the morning of the next day to wake up with Muqiqi.

I'm already in a daze.

Looking at the large viewing window in the room, she remembered that this was not Linhai manor, but a resort.

Patted the dazed head, she tried to think about what happened yesterday.

She remembered them coming out of the sea in a boat.

She remembered that she had tasted a little bit of a nice colored cocktail.

She still remembers Mo yanjue staring at her angrily... How about later?

She shook her head, but she couldn't remember anything.

Whether you think about it or not, she doesn't seem to worry about what will happen when she is drunk.

After getting along again and again, she found that she gradually trusted him unconditionally.

He said, "I won't force you when you don't want to.".

He said, "don't be afraid. I'll take care of it.".

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he is like a patron saint of peace.

To protect her from the wind and rain, but also to deal with everything.

At the moment when Laozhai was bullied, his presence was more powerful than superman for her.

She opened the quilt and got off the bed. Standing in front of the big floor to ceiling window, she looked down at the beautiful scenery under the mountain and the swimming pool. She was in a lot of mood.

With a reproach, a thin garment fell from his shoulders.

"I want to be sick again and toss me?"