Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Is it really Mo Jing Deep or what?

This dream is too real...

She stood up almost inertially, but swayed on the side of the couch, looking up at a man who was taller than her head and more: “Is that... is that a dream? ”

She reached out and strangled the man's face.

Mo Jingdeep did not escape, but when her hand irregularly just approached his face, he grabbed it directly by his hand, pulled it down, pinched it in his hand and held her by the force of his hand, did not let her fall back.

“Well, it's a dream.” Men's voices are low and cold and they can't hear emotions.

Seasonal warmth stood in front of him, with a pair of eyes intoxicated to a certain level, trying to open up to see him.

After watching for half a day, she suddenly laughed.

Forget it, whether it's a dream or a hallucination, it's not really Mojingdeep, she can call it whatever she wants. It's just a phantom, I'm sure she won't mind.

“Mo Jing Deep!” The warm temper of the season suddenly came up, intending to play the wind against the hallucinations in front of her, to make this month's evil, suddenly she pointed at his nose, lifted up a little face full of alcohol and a blindfolded eye, staring at him: "You turtle bastard! ”

The man in front of him frowned slightly: "Do you swear? ”

“What do you mean, curse? You didn't see me when I used to argue with people and throw bitches at the street! Why do all the celebrities in Haicheng hate me so much? It wasn't because one of them came to provoke me, and I scolded every one of them! You don't know what I was like! ”

Seasonal warmth suddenly tried to get up, then lifted her hand and went to pull his shirt collar, lift her lips and begin her long journey of resentment: “For your sake, I almost pulled out all my thorns! I tried to do everything for our marriage, and I never mistrusted you! ”

“I was scared, panicked and desperate in an underground bar the other night, all because of someone I never knew! The next night I knew it was all because of your fiancée! Do I have to laugh and say it's okay? I don't mind? ”

“You don't think I have a conscience, do you? I'm telling you, if I didn't have a conscience, I wouldn't stick to you like this all my life! What about divorce? I can walk away! But I put all my bets on you, and I gave them all, all of mine! You are indeed an unconditional good to me, but besides that, you are an abyss I cannot touch at all! I don't even know how far away I am from your heart! ”

Seasonal warm forehead wounds had healed long ago, and her forehead, covered under the sea, was smooth and clean, and it was almost impossible to see what she had been through in an underground bar a month earlier.

The man's hands lifted her slightly sweaty sea, she suddenly brutally flanked her head and bit him on his finger. She thought it was a dream anyway. She didn't hurt herself and he didn't hurt. She sent out these grievances, which were refreshing, cursing, cursing, and tomorrow she is a good man.

Instead of earning money, he stretched out his arm to hold her almost unstable body, leaving her to bite.

The mouth smelled bloody and the season was warm before it closed.

Suddenly she whispered, as if she was muttering to herself: “I should have changed my life from the beginning, I must have had a brain in my head, otherwise why would I have to be willing to bow down in the siege you painted, blocked all the way by a man like you who was addicted to poppy, my fault is that I was increasingly unable to calmly hold my heart, wrong is that I care too much about you... I..."

Seasonal warmth caught the back of her brain and the man's lips pressed down, blocking her lips.

As the season warmed up and was about to retreat, her hands clamped behind her head tightly bound her, her movements and strength were not gentle, although not harsh, but the force was much heavier than in the past.

She was so drunk, she struggled for a few moments and was exhausted, and her lips were sore and numb that she could not reflect how she still dreamed so clearly.

……

And then she fell asleep confused, and she didn't know it.

Seasonal warmth did not sleep steadily. Less than half an hour later, she had a bunch of messy nightmares. She frowned and suddenly opened her eyes in shock. The staring lights in the room closed her eyes again. However, just a glance was enough to make her see the man's clear and handsome face.

I realized I was lying on the couch, and the ink in my dreams was still there.

“Wake up? Do you have a headache?” The man's voice fell in her ear.

Hearing this voice, the real scary, season warm eyelashes trembled, once again opening the blindfolded eyes, looking at the man's face in a trance, reaching out to touch the hallucination will not suddenly disappear.

As she reached over, the man's palms suddenly held onto her waist, the entire season warm was taken to his leg to sit, her head resting on his shoulder, trying to sit upright, but her head dripping slightly over his shoulder.

“Mo Jing Deep...” She said low.

“Mmm.”

“We'll... stop fighting... OK...” Season Warm buried his face between his neck, his voice a little low and a little soft.

The man's hand stood over her head and, after a moment of pause, looked at her faintly: "Are you awake or still drunk? Do you recognize me as a hallucination or your husband? ”

Seasonal warmth buried his face deeper between his neck: “I don't know. ”

Mo Jing closed her eyes deeply and looked at her with a bad look. Lifting her hand will use alcohol to vent enough resentment in the arms of the little woman, not salty enough to say: “Then when you are awake, I will not talk to the drunk. ”

Seasonal warmth: "…”

She suddenly had to leave his leg, but the man pressed her and didn't let her move: “I'm drunk and I have the strength to torment you. It doesn't seem to give you enough time to calm down for a month. I just said I won't fight, and now my stinking face is trying to distance me? ”

“You let go of me, I'm going down. ”

Reason?

“You...” Seasonal warmth lifted up an eight-point drunk two-point awake eye, some messy hair stuck to her cheek, just now the angry expression was a little more awkward, her lips moved twice, only to spit out a few raw words from her mouth: "You're holding me! ”

She's right on his lap, trying to move her ass. Position of the shares.

Mojing lowered her head and looked at the woman's face in her arms. Her eyes were as dark as a sea of silence, and a dense kiss fell directly on her tender hair: “If you move again for more than a month, you will not just hold on to you. ”

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