Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Shortly afterwards, the knocking sounded.

Seasonal warmth was unreasonable. She sat on the bed holding her breath. Forget it. This piece of meat was covered in gold foil. It was too expensive and difficult to defend. If you want to take it away, take it. She doesn't want it. Can't you?

A few more knocks on the door followed by a few seconds of silence and a gentle man's voice sounded: “Warm. ”

Seasonal warmth lay on the bed and covered his face, reluctant to hear his voice.

Mo Jingsheng knew that she locked the door inside and unscrewed it on the door handle in vain. He opened it low: “Warm, open the door. ”

Seasonal warmth silently smothered itself in the quilt and responded silently.

The woman's temper just came up, Mo Jingshen couldn't let go of her. She locked herself in the room like this, and the tone became a lot harder: “Seasonal warmth, open the door! ”

Hearing his accentuating tone, Season Warm suddenly sat up from the bed and withstood the urge to throw the pillow on the door panel: "No! I have a headache. I want to be alone! ”

“Go to the hospital if you have a headache. Why are you locked up? Open the door!” The man's voice is low and the tone is clear just a few degrees cold.

“No, I'm not going anywhere. I want to sleep! ”

“Seasonal warmth! ”

“Mo Jingshen, I don't want to talk to you right now! ”

“Will you open the door yourself or will I open it? ”

Season Warm remembers last night in the basement of that bar, and the solid door was kicked open by his foot, and there were many ways he could open it, and she couldn't stop him.

She lay still on the bed with a quilt in her arms and simply stopped talking. Whatever, he bought the apartment and kicked it if he wanted to.

As a result, it was quiet outside for a while and Seasonal Warm suddenly thought that since he had bought the apartment, he probably had the keys to the doors of every room in the apartment.

To think of it, she suddenly sat up, ran out of bed, flipped over the table and drawer by the bed, and finally found the key to the bedroom door in the drawer at the bottom of the nightstand.

Seeing that he didn't have the key, Seasonal Warm relaxed, put the key back in the drawer, went back to bed and continued to cover his quilt.

I was gambling, and I fell asleep in my quilt.

By the time she woke up again, it was already evening, the evening was hanging in the distant sky, the room was a little dark, the season warmed up, and she looked at the still closed door.

Mo Jingshen really didn't come in.

And there's no sound out there.

Is he out? Or did she just get cold enough to fly straight back to Sea City?

She's been asleep for hours, and these hours, it's really all possible.

Seasonal warmth sat in bed for a while and listened carefully to the movement outside. It was really silent. She suddenly lifted the quilt and got out of bed, walking to the door and sticking it on the door and listening.

The whole apartment was quiet as if she was alone.

Seasonal Warm opened the unlocked bedroom door. First, she slowly opened a door seam. She saw something on the floor in front of the door. She was stunned and couldn't see clearly. She had to open the door again.

At the moment when the bedroom door opens completely, like all self-contained switches, the dim room in the evening brightens up instantly, especially when the lights in the living room support the rose blossoms laid on the ground.

Large areas in the middle of the entire living room are filled with rose flower spectrum, and the heart-shaped flower path in the middle is even more unique. Even between the heart-shaped flower paths, there are 21 cakes surrounded. The first cake is white, representing a pure white angel at the age of one, and then the color of one cake gradually deepens, from white to pink, until the last, the twenty-first cake, representing the red of marriage.

Seasonal warmth stood in front of the door, looking at her temper, even forgetting her birthday today.

And even more, she really hasn't had a birthday for too long, and this birthday atmosphere is unusual to her.

All she could see throughout the room was Rosewood Road and those cakes surrounded by huge hearts and minds, and she looked up and looked around, without seeing the deep shadow of the ink.

She walked out in front of the door, walking past the first white cake, and suddenly she saw a sparkling fireworks bursting out of the sky facing out the window.

The season warmly looked out the window and took another uncontrolled step forward, passing the second cake, outside the window was another fireworks.

She looked at it and walked until the last cake, because it was the heart's path, so she went back to her starting point, at the bottom of the heart, where the footsteps had just gone to the last red cake, and there was no fireworks outside the window, but she was facing out the window, landing on the terrace outside the window, and the lights were lighting up slowly.

A man in a white shirt stood there with a fire in his hand and unfired fireworks at his feet.

Seasonal warmth watched, subconscious walked over and pulled open the floor window.

“Looking for me?” Ink looked at her with a deep, faint smile, and the light in her hand went to lure the unfired fireworks.

Until the glorious fireworks exploded in the nearest place in front of her, Seasonal Warm still looked at the man standing in the fireworks, where she stood, motionless.

The whole of T City seemed to be thrilled by this sudden fireworks and rain, while those who really celebrated their birthday stood there like fools, looking straight at each other.

When Mo Jingdeep walked over, she didn't even know. All she knew was that a man held her hand and dropped a very light kiss on her hand. "A year old Xiao Xiao Wen, happy birthday. ”

Seasonal warmth has not yet been reflected, and the man has hugged her and dropped a kiss on her forehead: “Seasonal warmth, two years old, happy birthday. ”

Seasonal warmth: "…”

“Happy birthday, Season Warm, 3 years old. ”

“Happy birthday, four-year-old Season Warm. ”

“ …… ”

Her hands, her face, her nose, her eyebrows, her forehead, her ears, her cheeks, etc. were all kissed by him.

“Happy 20th birthday, Season Warm. ”

Until he was 21 years old, the man in front of him finally dropped his kiss on her lips and did not leave, directly following her lips and whispering: "Happy birthday, Mrs. Mo, 21 years old. ”

By the way, he suddenly pushed the still faint season warmth onto the glass of the landing window, which was not like the dragonflies that had been kissed before, but rather as if filled with possession and aggression, locking her firmly between the window and his chest, the deeper the kiss, until the season warmed back to God to lift his hand to stop him in his chest, but was resisted by him, the tongue that had already invaded to drill deeper.

Seasonal warmth could not push him away. She opened her eyes and suddenly bit him on his lips. Although the bite was not heavy, the man paused and looked down at her.

Seasonal Warm wanted to say she wasn't quenched, but she couldn't.

She's going to cry before she dies. Is she ashamed?