Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

The season warmed for a moment and the subconscious retracted. As a result, the man's eyes caught the move, grabbed her waist with one hand, and took her directly into the dressing room with the envy of several shopkeepers next to her.

The door was closed by the man, then a familiar breath rushed in, seasonal warming conditions reflected backwards, and when it was reflected, the man's tall body had pressed her directly against the door panel in the dressing room behind him.

Although the space here is huge, but now it's just her and him, and Seasonal Warm's strange face is warmed up, his eyes searched around, wondering if there is any surveillance in this dressing room.

“What are you doing in here? I'm going to change my dress first...”

The man's fingers swung between her long hair behind her, looking into her black and white eyes and kissing her on the lips.

Seasonal Warm: “???? ”

“It's beautiful. I want to kiss first.” The man was mute on her lips.

Seasonal warmth: "……"

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Drive, go home, come in.

The lights in the living room didn't turn on in time, Mo Jing deeply held her face with one hand, lowered her head and kissed her lips, continued what had been restrained and unfinished in the dressing room before.

After a moment of kissing, the season warmed his hand against his chest and was able to breathe through a little cleavage between his lips. However, the next second her face was again forced by the man to pass again. He kissed at the corner of her lips, and the inky eyes were endless darkness, almost devouring her: “Hiding? ”

Seasonal warmth blinked: “What makes me think you're going back to Haicheng tomorrow night, so today is particularly urgent, like going straight to the battlefield. ”

In the past, Mu Jingshen had extra patience with her, every time from water to canal.

And now...

After changing the dress, he forcibly took me out of the store, forcibly took me to the car, and when I came back, I pressed him directly against the wall...

Mo Jing looked down at her and said faintly: “You're absolutely right. I'm going straight to the battlefield. I'm going back to Haicheng tomorrow night. Can't I eat you up tonight? ”

Seasonal Warm: “... that's too harsh, buy me dinner at night, take me to buy a tuxedo, come home so direct, I quickly suspect that I'm not your wife, but rarely get together to steal. Happy little love. People are gone.”

The man smiled low and ignored her words, reaching directly under her waist, zipping her skirt down and stripping her skirt in a smooth motion.

Season Warm hurried to hold his hand, and it really didn't need anything before. The scene is about to come straight to a rhythm, a thin red patch on the frightened face: "Ink depth! ”

He kissed her cheek with his head down and chuckled: “You obviously couldn't help yourself in the dressing room, now that you're home, do you need me to re-dial it? ”

“ …… ”

“Wasn't it already ready? ”

This man!

Seasonal warm's head seemed like something was about to blow up. He cried red-handedly: “Shut up, Ink. I was in a hurry to change my clothes. I didn't...”

She didn't finish her speech, the dress had been stripped off, the man's hand flashed, the skirt was thrown straight into an arc and finally landed on the carpet near the couch.

Then he pressed her directly into his arms, his lower body tight and more clearly felt that he really needed to go straight to the battlefield at this time...

Seasonal warmth: "…”

Why did she think this man was so lucid?

It's forbidden. It's all a false image for outsiders to see!

The man's hand came again to peel off her top, and Seasonal Warm raised his hand and grabbed his dead hand.

Ink's eyes slammed deep and her dull voice lured low in her ear. "Let go, huh? ”

Seasonal warmth lifted his eyes and looked at his beautiful, everlasting face, at his inky nature. The sensory look, the burning focus from his eyes, and with a certain urgency that was hard to see on him, suddenly gave rise to an indescribable sense of accomplishment in the warm heart of the season.

It makes it difficult for people like him to control themselves. In addition to the habits and desires of each other's bodies, there is also the phrase he once said, a very loving person, so deeply affectionate that Mrs. Mo's three words are not enough to express all of them.

He only belongs to her.

The idea just got into his head, and all of a sudden Seasonal Warm instinctively stood up and kissed him.

In an instant, the man who was supposed to strip her clothes off first abandoned the brief pull and instead did not hesitate to hold her across, bowing her head to seal her lips when the season was warm and low, heading straight to the bedroom and pressing her into a soft queen bed.

After a fine kiss turned to her ear, her eardrum was beaten with a low mute and loud voice: “You don't know, just now in the dressing room, I used a lot of restraint to not tear off your dress directly, directly there to beat you hard once. ”

Seasonal Warm doesn't know how beautiful she is when she wears that dress to the point where a man can't control herself, but she now has a very accurate instinct that she could probably die under him tonight and be killed half the time.

……

For Mo Jing Deep, the brief separation that is about to come again, a week short and a month long, each lays the seasonal warmth that is destined for him tonight until late at night.

And this man's strength makes her cry and shriek every time she's not ready to let go easily.

Yet every time she cried in such a mute voice, she traded it for a new round of bullying.

At the end of the day, she had to stop sweating wet cheeks, powerless biting the horn that she had just pulled off, enduring the already lawless voice in her mouth, lest it irritate him again and again, that night was truly endless...

Late at night, the season was so warm and exhausted that he didn't even have the strength to lift his arms. The man took her to the bathroom to wash her body and put on her comfortable nightdress.

Sleep beside her and hold her to sleep.

Season Warm lay in his arms, tired to open his eyes, but couldn't help but grabbed his arm, then opened his eyes slightly and looked at this familiar face.

The man's lips are moderately thin, the nose beam is strong, the eyebrows are too heavy, and the lightness is too shallow. Especially the man's eyelashes. They look thicker and longer than many women's. The clean and handsome face adds a bit of laziness because of the lumpiness just now, as well as the fragrance of shower gel that emanates from him.

Seeing her gaze, Mo Jingdeep's hand caressed her head, knowing that she was tired but could not sleep. After all, although he would not return to Haicheng until tomorrow night, she still had classes tomorrow, which amounted to breaking up in the morning.

Seasonal warmth was touched by him and he couldn't hold his hair, closing his eyes.

She finds herself really obsessed with this man more and more, and she can't stand any day apart, is he really used to it?