Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

“ …… ”

Even if he didn't want to get up and leave at all, Seasonal Warm subconsciously grabbed his sleeve and pressed his arm again, forbidding him to go.

Mo Jing circled her waist deeply, her pretty face came together a little bit, her thin lips almost on her cheek, her breath warm: “Didn't you just text me? ”

Seasonal warmth did not speak, he held him in his arms, felt that the whole person was crisp, and he didn't know what to say for a moment and a half. I really didn't want to break this warmth and tranquility.

This way, it's reassuring to feel like the fallen leaves are rooted.

She doesn't speak, the man's voice is close to her ear, dumb and vague: "If you don't speak, I'll kiss you, hmm? ”

Seasonal warmth was about to open its mouth, and as soon as it turned its head, it was suddenly kissed by a man with his head down.

The sudden kiss made her whole person suddenly soften and stay in his arms, so that the sitting position was more intimate and excessive, challenging almost all of her sensory abilities.

The deeper he kissed, the warmer the season slowly closed his eyes, trying to respond, but suddenly he felt his hands lifted.

She opened her eyes and felt his hands pressed against his neck and provoked with silent eyes when kissing.

It's like saying, "Take it off if you can."

Seasonal warmth shook under his eyes, even the bones were souffled.

Her hands on his collar remained motionless for half a day, and he held her tighter in his arms, indivisible, with gentle lips and tongues invading each other.

Until she leaned in his arms because she couldn't breathe, her hands clutched to the neck of his shirt unconsciously, and her fingertips felt the heat on him across the clothes.

For two generations before and after, such obscurity and the immersion of all guards were unfamiliar and anticipating for her.

Never experienced bradycardia.

During the seasonal warmth and chaos, his hands penetrated her clothes and his warm fingers stroked her muscles. Skin, seemingly with plain fire, burns her inch by inch...

Seasonal warmth suddenly trembled and opened his eyes violently, but he saw a man's eyes as deep as an inky seabed.

During the day, she was busy working on the data and documents on the properties, and had been in the housekeeping and all kinds of smoky information halls, and now she felt that she smelled bad.

When she remembered she hadn't showered yet, she pushed him again, and he simply pressed her against the bed!

Seasonal warmth gasped, and the clean, white face hid unspeakable emotions and redness: “This is the Seasons... not the Imperial Garden... or when you wait to return to the Imperial Garden...”

Mojing never intended to give her a chance to retreat, kissed her deeply for a moment, and almost undressed her body while she was unprepared.

“Wait, wait! I haven't showered yet...” Seasonal warm hair, red cheeks, breathing frequency can no longer be controlled by myself, little struggle: “You let me take a shower... soon, I'll definitely be done soon... hmmm...”

Mo Jing deeply felt only a dark gush in her body because of the frightening look in her eyes. Her black eyes seemed to light a fire and her arms pressed her into a soft quilt.

The dull voice of a man kept her heart tight: "Who is the only one who can be in your bed? Give you a chance to say it again. ”

“ …… ”

President of Dom Mo's, this is how he compares to a big white bear!

Seasonal warmth dodged against my head: “This bear has been in my bed for years, I forgot how old it was when I bought it. How many nights did Mr. Mo hold me compared to Mr. Bear? ”

Mo Jing's deeply handsome eyebrows swung and his head lowered again: "I will be the only one in your bed for decades to come. ”

Speaking, without waiting for the warmth of the season to come, his kiss fell between her ears.

The most sensitive place was suddenly kissed like this, and Seasonal Warm just felt the scalp at that moment like it was blown up, blank.

“Ink depth...”

She didn't really have to shrink her head anyway, but he came too suddenly, she wasn't prepared at the moment, she really wasn't ready, and her heart was still beating.

“Call me what?” He seemed intent on not letting go of her most sensitive muscles. Where the skin is, a low dumb voice sticks to her ear like a menace in the lower lowlands.

Seasons warm lips, eyes are lukewarm, full of moving water.

He even blew warm breaths in her ears, causing her to tremble and tremble in his arms, unable to speak.

“What did you call me?” His voice was mute and he asked low.

“The depth of the scenery...” Seasonal Warm can't think calmly anymore, can't say the complete words, only subconsciously follow his forced interrogation to talk...

The answer seemed unsatisfactory to him, his hands stroking up in her clothes--

Seasonal warmth instantly tightened his body and looked up at him like an electric shock.

But seeing a man's deep eyes constantly staring at all her expressions, under his eyes, she would not have been very strong, the willpower gradually weakened, even insisting on the bath was about to be left behind.

“Husband...”

Such a soft voice, for a man, is nothing but an agent that drives everything.

The scorching kiss instantly moved along her ear to the side of her snowy neck and then spread to the clavicle, spotting, falling under a gentle kiss.

A little down...

Still going down…

Suddenly, the closed bedroom door was knocked.

Both of them moved in a single meal. The season was warm and they were about to get up, but Mo Jing still pressed them deeply. He looked at her deeply, as if he had not been affected at all, and continued to kiss.

“Hmm... Someone knocked on the door... Hmm...”

After a few seconds of silence outside the door, another voice was heard: “Knock, knock ——”

Then Seasonal Dream sounded softly outside the door: "Sister, are you asleep? I just let Aunt Jin cook late, but she made too much, I can't eat so much, so I'll serve you some first. Brother Jingshen is busy at night. I don't suppose she's eating anything yet? You open the door and I'll send you in the midnight snack. ”

Seasonal warmth turned to the direction of the door.

She was about to get up, Mo Jing was too deep to let go, struggled a few times, and she was even more dressed.

“Are you sure you want to open the door like this?” Mo Jing lowered her head deeply and sneered to see that she already had a shoulder with no signs of ambiguity.

Seasonal Warm glanced at him and lowered her voice: “There really is no shortage of Seasonal Dreams where you are. She usually doesn't see her eating late. Today she is so obsessed. Not only does she want to eat it herself, but she insists on sending it to you. ”

Mojing suddenly kissed her on the lips: "What snack? Eat enough. ”

Seasonal Warm had to be distracted because Seasonal Dream was outside. Instead, Ink had no intention of ignoring anyone outside the door. When Seasonal Warm was about to get up again, she was not given a slight overhead kiss to escape. She was forced to hold her down, she was not allowed to move, and she was pulled into half of her skirt and thrown onto the ground--