Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

However, how can she hide and beg for forgiveness? Mo Jingshen is not going to let her go easily tonight.

His body was close to her and he remembered the warmth of the season, wearing the dress he had prepared for her today, his eyes suddenly turned her over.

Seasonal warm back against him...

Only felt his kiss fall again in the particularly sensitive area behind her neck, she couldn't bear to twist her body, but the man behind her groaned and began to bite her back neck deliberately, or slightly or heavily, but died of the same fate.

Even more so, he barely caught a crying moment in the season warmth, breaking in behind him without hesitation.

Seasonal warmth shouted directly.

He bowed in her ear as she trembled beyond her control: "You and Shengjia's, never see each other again, eh? ”

“See... it's not... he's still a doctor... ah...”

Seasonal warmth is stimulated to the point of not saying the whole thing.

“What?” Mo Jingdeep heard the first word she said, and the action got harsher.

Season Warm couldn't think any more because he bullied him. He hastily said: "No more... no more... I wasn't going to get into anything with him! ”

Mo Jingshen was no longer prepared to let her go, and no matter how she explained how she cried softly.

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The curtains in the room were half open, the light came in from the back, the man was naked and the body line belonging to the man was smooth.

This is what Seasonal Warm saw when she opened her eyes.

Overnight death, she is now tired and empty, she doesn't want to move at all, even if she has three bars in the sun, anyway, her phone is not with her, Mo Jingdeep's phone can no longer be used, rarely so quiet and uninterrupted space, she doesn't want to destroy.

But last night, she always felt, because she was jealous of her mind, that he seemed to be particularly proud besides dissatisfied?

At first she didn't realize, then he forced her to press her to the bed, and when she hit her head almost to the bed, she heard a little bit from the words he occasionally lured her... proud?

Previously, she was always on the verge of divorce, and then suddenly something changed, one step at a time with him, but she remained calm and had no more radical behavior.

Last night...

Isn't he proud of himself?

Because she's really jealous.

Seasonal warmth depicts the face of the man around him when he sleeps, the deep and clear view of Ink when he sleeps, the quiet feeling of removing all the indifference from the cold and approachable, especially the chilling air between his eyebrows on weekdays, the frightening gesture of being able to freeze a thousand miles away, is now completely absent.

It's like some kind of expensive, cold-blooded cat, and it's so soft and soft when you sleep, it makes you want to get close.

Season Warm gently turned around in his arms and looked at him like this, seeing that he was always quietly closing his eyes. She blinked her eyes and raised her hand, depicting the deep outline of the man's elegance.

Mo Jing's deeply handsome face turned against the light outside the window, in the dark of the light, warm and dark. Seasonal warm fingers caressed carefully and slowly on his beautiful eyebrow, then closed his eyes, then tall nose beam...

The fingers gradually fell on his lips, and the man's pale lips had a tiny trace of the bite she had last night, a tiny piece, which could only be seen at close range.

Nor can she be blamed, whoever told him to hit him so hard last night, she could not cry for forgiveness, only to bite him angrily.

Not only did she bite him, but the warm eyes of the season looked at him on the back, and she grabbed him hard on the back several times last night.

“Enough?” Suddenly, the man's low voice rang at her fingertips.

Seasonal warmth frightened him and took his finger back. Mo Jing said this only slightly and mute. He did not open his eyes. Reaching out, he warmed the same undressed season into his arms and held his arm tighter between her waists.

“What time is it?” He held her, a little dull, lazy. Too much feeling.

Seasonal warmth glanced out the window: “I don't know, it should be after 6 o'clock. ”

He patted her back in the palm of his hand and patted her gently: "Did you eat that much last night? Are you hungry? ”

Seasonal Warm wanted to say that she had been consumed so much energy last night, and now she is hungry to wake up, but she would rather be hungry than get up.

“No, I'm still sleepy.” She buried her head in his arms and whispered in a delicate voice.

A man smiled shallow over his head, very lightly, his hands stroking behind her head: "Then go back to sleep. ”

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Seasonal Warm's sleep this time was not very solid, probably because Mo Jingdeep did not sleep any more, and she was the only one in bed.

She woke up again in less than an hour.

Just sitting up, I saw Ink in a dark brown bathrobe, standing in front of a floating window, long silence.

She was just about to get out of bed, remembering that her clothes were wet in the bathroom yesterday, and that he was pulling her down to the ground, and now she's probably all in a bunch, unable to wear them at all.

I looked away and saw clothes on the sofa not far from the bed, deep in ink.

She reached over quietly, picked up a shirt and wore it on her body, then slammed her feet barefoot on the ground to the bathroom.

Mojing deeply perceived her movements and turned her eyes to see the little woman wearing her shirt, her entire leg appearing outside, her long leg as white as porcelain, and occasionally the scenery under the shirt as a step.

Seasonal Warm did not notice that he had found her awake, walked into the bathroom lightly, closed the door quietly, picked up the clothes on the floor and put them on the glass table next to him, and reached out and washed her face.

Last night's booze had finally dissipated, and the season was warm and thinking about last night's banquet, I grabbed the cleanser provided by the hotel and rubbed it in my hand.

The bathroom door was made of scrubbed translucent material. A dark shadow approached the door, and the season warm rubbed the washing milk foam motion for a lag. When I lifted my eyes, I saw the door open. The ink view looked at her with a slight black eye. I was not impatient, but I blocked the bathroom door completely.

The bathroom in the hotel was not big enough for the family, and the door was instantly much narrower in proportion to his height.

Obviously it was just a blocked door, but Seasonal Warm somehow felt his eyebrows carry an unfailing emotion about what happened last night...

Especially in the dark of Ink, who has always had a light look, almost burned her shirt like a fire at this moment.

The season warmed up, subconsciously and tightened his legs: “You want to use the bathroom? I'll wash my face and go out..."

She raised the foam on her hand and said, "I'll be right there! ”

Mojing stared deeply at her and slowly muted “hmm”, but people walked in for two steps.

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