Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

“I didn't mean to... Mmm!” Mojing kissed her deeply.

Unlike Seasonal Warm, who devoured his lips indiscriminately at the time, she instantly felt like there was an electric current all over her body, and the whole person trembled from head to toe.

Although she had been married for six months, and had had her first experience last night, the season was warm but still inexperienced. Green could not even respond. She only carelessly moved her tongue tip, but was deepened by the man on her body to kiss her. The kiss was deep and heavy, taking almost all of her breath away.

Seasonal warmth closed her eyes slightly dizzy, but suddenly felt the deep kiss move into her sensitive ears, the dumb voice clinging to her silhouette: “It's almost dawn, if you don't sleep again, you won't sleep tonight. ”

She opened her eyes on the ground, and she turned her eyes into a dark, dark eye.

“Mrs. Moore, last night hurt like hell. Are you sure you can handle it tonight? ”

Before the season warm came, I just wanted to lie down and talk. Although I also thought about what might happen, last night I felt painful and crying until my voice was mute and I was stuck in my head by the memories he had left behind, and she suddenly shrunk.

But he didn't ignore that he just called her Mrs. Mo...

So all of her struggles today are not without effect.

If she's still Mrs. Mo, and she's going to be his wife for the rest of her life, how can such a thing be avoided?

“Will it hurt that much the second time?” Her tone is somewhat vague.

He obviously didn't expect her to suddenly ask that question and looked at her for half a day, his eyes seemed to swallow her alive.

However, her eyes fell on the marks that had not yet subsided in her neck...

Mo Jing remembered very clearly what he had done to her last night because of the medicine and anger in the wine.

Less than a day, and if she does it again, I'm afraid she won't be able to get out of bed for days.

Mo Jing sighed deeply and muted: “Don't challenge the patience of men easily, let you go tonight and drill into my arms tomorrow night, you can try the consequences. ”

Seasonal warmth shrunk in his arms without talking.

“Go back to sleep.” Mojing rubbed her head deeply.

Season Warm was busy reaching out his arm at the moment he was about to get up and hugging his neck again.

“I'll sleep here! ”

Mo Jing's eyes darkened and he looked at a determined and somewhat shy little woman.

Seasonal warmth could not hang on his face. He quickly pulled out the hand wrapped around his neck and grabbed the quilt and blindfolded himself, avoiding his gaze.

He laughed. “Go back to your room if you're shy. ”

“No, I'll sleep with you!” The warmth of the season was stuffy in the quilt, he said.

At last, she had to face this sudden sexual transformation, Mojing lay on her back and looked at the season warmth hiding in the quilt.

Everything around me suddenly became very quiet.

Seasonal warmth quietly dragged the quilt down.

Lifting her eyes, she saw Ink lying deep beside her, her gaze clearer and clearer all the time.

Seasonal warm face embarrassed, his gaze whispered: “Aren't you going to sleep? ”

“How can I sleep when you're lying here? ”

Seasonal warmth looked unconsciously at the bed under two people: “This bed is not small, it is no different from the bed in the master bedroom, I will not squeeze you here! Why can't you sleep? ”

Mo Jingdeep laughed because of what she said.

“Why are you laughing?” Thinking he still didn't believe in her sincerity, Seasonal Warm simply moved closer to him in the quilt, indicating that she really didn't intend to separate from him anymore.

“Seasonal warmth.” Suddenly he called her by her name and her voice was low and mute.

“Hmm?”

“You should have been so conscious. ”

Seasonal warmth unconsciousness leaned on him again, unable to listen to him anymore, only afraid that he would be sheathed to sleep at night.

Mo Jingdeep suddenly grabbed her chin because of her patchy move, and her bow was a deep kiss until she couldn't breathe warm enough to let go of her.

Kiss me again, and neither of us will sleep tonight.

Seasonal warmth was blushed to the ear root, rushed to drill into the quilt, and the ink landscape suddenly got out of bed.

She sat up with a quilt in her arms: "Where are you going? ”

Ink didn't go back into the bathroom, just threw two words: "Bath! ”

The season warmed up a bit.

Didn't he just wash it? What else are you washing?

It wasn't until she heard the long-lasting water coming from the bathroom that she finally understood.

Her face rose red and she laughed, lying back, holding the quilt in her arms, breathing the smell of the bed being cleaned from the depths of Ink View...

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At 6: 00 in the morning, the fog was slightly wet.

Seasonal warmth awoke from the nightmares of previous life, opened his eyes and sat up violently from the bed.

The position beside her was empty, the room was quietly empty, she quickly lifted the quilt out of the bed, and because she was moving too fast, she tumbled and reached for the table stand beside her.

As the door was pushed open in front, the warmth of the season raised its eyes and saw Ink View standing neatly on the crown.

He seemed to have just woken up, had just taken a shower, had long shirts, and was clean.

“Not feeling well?” Mo Jing saw the season warm and white to almost transparent face and walked over.

Season Warm was staring at him, looking at him. As he approached, she was still staring at his movements as he caressed his hand over her head.

Turns out everything yesterday wasn't a dream.

Mo Jingdeep withdrew her hand because of her eyes. She used to resist his touch. Perhaps yesterday's anomaly was nightmarish?

Are you awake today? Pushing him out again?

“Dizziness?” He didn't touch her any more: “Perhaps the sequelae left after he hit his head last night. Go and make a brain CT today. I asked Sister Chen to come and change your clothes. ”

Speaking, Ink's eyes were faint and he turned to walk.

“Mo Jing Deep!” Seasonal warmth didn't want to suddenly call him.

The man who had just passed by looked back and suddenly the warmth of the season crashed into his arms.

Mojing took a deep pause and his subconscious raised her hand just about to hold her, but the little woman in her arms held him tightly in his back one step at a time, his hands wrapped tightly around his waist.

He stunned for two seconds because of the gimmick and looked down at the little head in his arms, resting his hand on her head and patting: "Go to the hospital if you're not feeling well, hmm? ”

Seasonal warmth did not speak, only hugged him hard, breathing the scent of shower gel with a morning scent on the man.

“Nightmares?” He asked.

“Hmm." Season Warm still held him tight on his pretty solid back, reluctant to let go and said with a slightly mute voice: “I dreamed you didn't want me anymore, that you'd be gone for ten years, and then you married another woman. ”

Her voice just woke up soft and lazy and rarely delicate.

Mo Jing touched her head deeply and lowered her voice: "Don't think about it, I will never marry anyone but you. ”

Seasonal Warm buried his face in his arms without refuting it.

Whatever happened in her past life, she must never miss him again!

“Still got a headache? ”

“No pain, just got up too fast, didn't stand still for a while, okay. ”

“Sister-in-law Chen has prepared breakfast and will go downstairs after washing. ”

“Okay.”