Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

“So you set that little three-line star up too? Wasn't it when I got there that you were already ready to do this to Han Tian far away?” Seasonal warmth has basically figured out what's going on tonight.

“Do it quickly and never give him a chance to fight back, otherwise you will remain at risk.” The man made a modest statement and did not intend to hide it on this subject for too long.

Seasonal warmth lowered his head and he took another bite of noodles, sucking and snoozing.

Since what happened at night took place in front of Ink's eyes, the reasons and answers for everything went smoothly.

“If I'd known you were watching, I wouldn't have worked so hard.” Seasonal warmth poked back and forth in the noodles with chopsticks: “I hope I suddenly got into this matter without causing you any trouble. ”

“What kind of trouble could it be? ”

Season Warm held his chin in one hand and looked at him, suddenly smiling: “Yes, I just wanted to take the opportunity to teach the Han man, beat down the water dog, otherwise this heart was really blocked, but if you were around, why didn't you come out and tell me? ”

Mojing's eyes are quiet as the sea: “Are you happy now? ”

Season Warm stared at him and suddenly smiled.

So, he's just giving her a chance to vent, right?

The season warmed his lips and lowered his head to continue eating the noodles, but he couldn't help but grin and open his mouth.

……

The time has been pointed to 10: 30 at night, seasonal warmth has just eaten some more, walking around the living room for a while to help digest.

Mo Jingshen was just picking up the phone, and Seasonal Warm didn't bother him until she heard him walking back, and she looked up at him: "By the way, when I was packing here today, I noticed that there was a room next to your study that didn't open. ”

Ink's dark, calm eyes paused, and those eyebrows were especially deep.

“Leave it alone if you can't open it, the rest of the room is enough for you. ”

“Well, that's true.” The season is warm and tired, sitting on the couch.

As Mo Jingdeep approached, she still thought that the door lock in the room did not seem to be broken, but rather deliberately locked.

But since yesterday, she hasn't seen Mo Jing Deep in front of that door. It must have been locked long ago?

She just wanted to ask, the man behind her suddenly circled her waist, her handsome eyebrows suddenly approaching her eyes, her thin lips on her cheeks, her breathing warm: “Why aren't you wearing that nightdress? ”

I've been busy all night, forgetting what I promised this afternoon.

Seasonal warmth coughed.

She doesn't talk.

Just pretend you didn't hear me.

The man's voice was mute: "Don't talk, make me kiss you? ”

Seasonal warmth turned his head to him and said he hadn't even taken a bath yet, dressed in daytime clothes.

He turned his head and was kissed by a man.

Beginning last night, kissing was like some kind of limiting motion fuse to her. Yesterday, even though she was drugged, she initially couldn't help but ask for it, but even then, she was still stunned by the strength of Mo Jingshen.

If it weren't for the medicinal reasons, her reaction last night had been too sensitive... so she could get out of bed this morning, otherwise, as she did last night, she would definitely be sore today.

Who says it won't hurt a second time?

This kind of thing inevitably has to have an adaptation period, not to mention the man's strength... cough... size... nothing... she can adapt to quickly.

Seasonal warmth first softened in his arms by the whole person being kissed, then thought that kissing so much in the middle of the night could lead to the spread of fire, busy lifting his hand and pushing it down in front of his chest.

I can't push it, but it's getting kissed deeper and deeper.

She was crispy all over her kiss, even her scalp crispy, pushed for half a day but gradually became powerless. Finally, her fingers unconsciously tightened his clothes because she could not breathe and was weak in the arms of the man.

In the chaos of consciousness, a man's hand reached into his clothes, the season warm suddenly returned to God, and his hand pushed against his chest.

“Only last night...” She wanted to say if she could sleep well.

Mojing Deep Fruit really let her go and took a deep breath in the warmth of the season before realizing that she had already been pressed into the sofa with her clothes undressed.

She put together a pair of clothes: "Seems like it would be a mistake to live here so you can always put your hands on me! ”

Mo Jing smiled deeply, never intended to give her time to tidy her clothes, leaned over, about to sit up from the couch she pressed back, her eyes seemed deep enough to instantly swallow her into her stomach, her voice was low mute. Sense: “How can you say that? ”

Seasonal warmth and redness: “In the Imperial Garden, the sofa is all on the ground floor lobby, you can't do anything, because Sister Chen and the maid are here, so you can only be in the bedroom...”

“How do you know I can't?” The man's voice was dull and the last words of the voice had not yet fallen, so he bowed down and kissed her again.

Season warms beneath him. Squeeze, say kissed. You can't shake too much.

She's tight, she feels all over her body. Officers follow their lips. The wraps between the valves, like being pulled together, were completely passive, but were heated from the top of the head to the bottom of the foot.

He kissed her for a moment and gradually kissed her cheek, corner of mouth, chin, mumps, and moved back to her ear. Even the man seemed familiar with every point of her body. Seasonal warmth felt the moment his ear contour was kissed by him. He just felt that his head was going to explode instantly and tremble hard.

He laughed low, biting low in her ear: "Don't put up with it. Isn't that nice like last night? ”

Like last night?

Seasonal warmth blurred to think of the scene where he wrapped himself around him like an octopus...

And I'm crying and screaming like her at all...

She lifted her hand and covered her eyes with her hands without looking at a man who seemed to have a fire. Her men were making up his clothes, but she turned away and hid: “People still have time to rest at work. So many times last night, I should always sleep well today... ah... no, don't kiss...”

Once again, the man's kiss fell between her ears, and instantly the whole person couldn't control herself, and the tone was instantly much softer.

Mo Jing-jing knew her well. Sense, she's not even here. Sense.

She's all up and down. There were so many places to feel, it was just that he usually let her go and didn't tease her so much that he hid her for so long.

He smiled low in her ear: "No kiss here, kiss somewhere else? Hmm?”

Seasonal warmth unconsciously put his mouth together in the past, preferring to be kissed like this, rather than get out of control by him kissing somewhere else.

As a result, the kiss did not fall, but the man simply lifted her clothes.

The season was warm, his body shrunk red, stopping him from moving: “Don't...”