Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

The shirts have been unraveled anyway.

If it's a belt... then untie it too...

At this point, Seasonal Warm simply dared to try to untie it under his control.

Probably really didn't solve it, didn't succeed for half a day, she looked up at him frustrated: “I can't solve it...”

Mo Jing smiled deeply, holding her hand against a protrusion next to the metal buckle, her fingers pressed gently, and she heard a very low and lovely noise.

Hearing that dumb sneer as he suddenly bowed her head and kissed herself in the ear, she grabbed his shirt, which had not yet come off, with her hands tight. The voice was as shallow as a nugget: “Ink view deep... gently, gently...”

First, she was afraid of pain like the first time, and second, this is the Ji family, she was afraid of making any sound heard.

Mojing lowered her head and saw her eyes spilling out of the water and kissed her on the lip: "Are you sure that night felt like nothing but pain? ”

Seasonal warmth: "…”

The night he was drugged, two generations before and after she had experienced it twice. At first it was painful to die, crying and begging him to go out and begging him to leave himself alone.

But then...

Later on, I didn't know when, but her crying tone gradually changed and became less like herself.

But she was still a little confused, she didn't even know she was reborn, where... remember so clearly...

Do I have to remind her?

The man over her head, with his black eyes half-witted: "Remember? ”

Seasonal Warm had no recollection of herself that night, and she overburied her face in a quilt and didn't want to answer his words.

But the more she doesn't want to answer, the more he won't stop.

Each kiss specializes in her sensitivity, and her palms are burned to the ground like fire.

“I don't know...”

“Don't know?”

“It's been so many days... I don't remember...”

“Must be remembered. ”

“Don't …”

He hooked up her deep down in the valley, but he couldn't satisfy her, hung her, spurred her, kissed her, picked her. teasing her, even though he himself had arrows on the string, he would not give it to her!

“Mo Jingdeep... you...”

“Remember? ”

“Ah... don't kiss here...”

“Say it.”

“I really don't remember...”

That's not what Mojing usually does!

Where's his cold? What about his abstinence? How come she's sick and he's changed? Too many assholes. How assholes!

She turned her head and buried it around his neck. “You are too much...”

He laughed. “Am I going too far? ”

“Yes, you've gone too far! ”

“Six months of marriage, once and for all. Am I out of line? ”

Seasonal warmth buried between his neck without talking.

Suddenly she was a good girl, Mo Jing Deep was probably very satisfied, and her breathing rhythm stopped being so steady because of the exhalation between his neck, gradually becoming heavily disturbed, and her voice was still lazy. Sense: “Good boy, don't keep your legs so tight, separate...”

Seasonal Warm now has no ability to think at all. The subconscious moves her legs and perfectly follows her words. The attitude of being a good slayer is that it gets hot and dry when a man sees it.

“Miss Dreamland? Why aren't you asleep? ”

Outside the door came a sudden movement of servants passing by, with whispering questions.

Seasonal Warm can't believe that Seasonal Dream is back, still eavesdropping outside the door!

Seasonal dreams outside the door are no longer hidden, walking back and forth at the door: “I can't sleep, I just ate too much, I want to walk back and forth, digest and then go to sleep. ”

The maid nodded and was leaving with what was in her hand.

Seasonal dreams suddenly looked at the servant's hand and suddenly shouted, "What are you doing with this thing? Brother Sheng gave it to my sister! What are you doing here? Take it and destroy it. Don't let Brother Jing Shen see you! ”

The servant immediately became stiff and whispered: “Madam asked me to take this away quickly, I was about to put it away...”

“Oops, hide! If anyone finds out what happened between my sister and Brother Sheng, it will be broken! ”

Where does Seasonal Dreams mean to be hidden? Talk aloud with your voice, like you can't wait to hear everyone in the door.

Seasonal warmth is also when you hear the words of Brother Sheng, your back immediately cools.

A memory that she had almost deliberately forgotten made her whole body feel frozen.

“Brother Sheng has been evicted for so many years. When my sister was married, few people knew what happened between her and Brother Sheng. Take this away! Hurry up!” Seasonal Dream's voice went on and on, turning the servant down a little bit.

Miss Er, what's going on?

It's outside the door of the big lady's room and Mr. Mo's. She's so loud, she's not afraid to wake them up?

And that thing... the Seasons haven't mentioned it in years... Miss Er is so strange...

The warmth of the season suddenly rose and dragged the bath towel around her and ran out of bed.

As a result, she had just been sheared all over her body, her legs were weak and her feet had just stepped on the ground, suddenly the whole person was pounding forward because of the speed at which she got out of bed.

Mojing's deep eyes caught her, but she was one step late. The warm knee of the season still pounded heavily at the edge of the table and foot by the bed. In time, she screamed in pain: "Ah! ”

Seasonal dreams outside the door suddenly heard the repressive movement of the season warming, wanting to distort directly, staring at the closed door.

She's sure they heard what she just said outside, and they must have heard it clearly!

So deep in the ink, there's no doubt about what happened with Season Warm?

Can it all go on?

Aren't they sleeping together recently besides that night?

“Miss Er, hurry up and rest, it's not too early...” The maid heard the voice and wanted to distort herself. She hurried away with what was in her hand with a red face.

Seasonal Dream looked ugly standing outside the door, took a deep breath before turning away, afraid to hear any more ambiguous movements.

Mo Jingdeep in the warm and painful moment of the season, he leaned down and held her whole person up, sat on his own leg, looked at her red eyes, his bright eyebrows knotted: “What's wrong with you? ”

During the conversation, his palms were touched on her knees. It was reassuring to see that he had just hit his skin a little red, but not very serious.

Seasonal warmth hurts a little, but it calms down.

She knew that Seasonal Dream was deliberately divorcing them, although this way of divorcing had little effect and would only make Seasonal Warm sick.

“Nothing.” Seasonal warmth lowered his head and touched his knee, without explanation.

Mojing looked at her deeply, and her eyes were bright and thin.

Seasonal Warm knew that he was pushing him away hard just now, and suddenly he sat up to rush out, presumably really annoying him.