Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

The kiss was too indiscriminate.

Mo Jing deeply seems to have been held hostage by reason and responsibility for many years. As she returned to Haicheng, the tens of millions of threads were severed by her one by one, and now it is finally her turn.

The man's full breath was nowhere to be exhaled, he almost saw her fear of dying escalate in an entangled kiss, he had never tasted it in his life, everything pushed away by himself after all the dust settled, but it was so difficult, even impossible to do it.

At this moment, he is completely out of control of his emotions, abandoning all his past past without concern.

Love is love.

Recovery of lost land must be recovered.

An unreserved warm kiss slammed the nervous senses on her lips and all over her body. Seasonal warmth was confined to the wall by him. The noise of the water was in her ears. Her face did not know whether it was tears or water. She could barely breathe. All the pain on her body was almost numb. All the sensations stagnated and all she could feel was the man holding her tight in his arms against the wall.

In the past three years, Mo Jing lived like a painstaking monk, plotting her life that had been ruined by others. Finally, he saw success at first sight under his urging. He let go completely, let her grow up by herself, did not go to see her, did not listen, he abstained and disciplined himself, and the result was always broken by this woman's return.

He was like a child who had feelings for the first time, cautiously approached, pushed away, approached, pushed away, reason was still there, told him that the woman was afraid she would never return to his arms for the rest of her life, told him to let go, but her body was always out of the control of the brain.

Control herself not to get close, but see her shine in the surrounding sea resort, see her smile at the people beside her, but keep a distance from his ever closest face.

When he saw the name of the MN Group, he signed a document that should have been rejected.

Talking to the co-op in the cafe, she was seen holding her hand by the mother of another man, smiling like a daughter-in-law, and wearing a jade bracelet on her white wrist.

After being paid that night, he somehow drove the car to where she lived. Before the blackout, he went upstairs and saw that she hadn't come home yet. When he looked down, he saw the car borrowing the light of his phone. The man stole a kiss from her face and saw her frozen in the co-pilot's seat. It was very vivid.

All self-sustaining calm was almost ignited in an instant.

More than once out of control.

Every out-of-control hidden beneath the calm surface destroys his mind little by little.

The most cherished woman became the one he could hardly touch, his long-awaited lips that he could only stop with a few drinks.

Soft as his heart when he loved her.

Three years of loss, want to make up all under this kiss, definitely impossible, seasonal warm shoulder hair scattered back and forth shoulder, and a few strands of seaweed wrapped around the neck, breathing messy, some hard to breathe in his arms.

The man kissed almost fiercely, pushing her against the wall in the bathroom, pulling the last cover off her, the water vaporized endlessly. Looking at things as if they were ready, everything could no longer be hidden, and nothing wanted to stop.

Just as Mojing was intolerably about to take her here, the woman in her arms was soft, and he suddenly, thick as ink, saw her close to falling with her eyes, step backwards, simultaneously stretching her arm forward, and Seasonal Warm fell powerless along his embrace.

She's hurt.

The wound, which was still bleeding under the cover of water and long hair, was almost invisible, but the body was still overwhelmed and fainted.

Mo Jing held her up in a cold face, out of the bathroom, the season warm and dry water and blood stained the bed, the hotel staff had called a doctor at his behest, and the doctor knocked carefully outside.

……

When the doctor handled the wound, it was painful. The barrel of the short pistol was not so sharp. It was just a blow to the head. It was like a knock, more or less bleeding.

Plus, when the seasonal warmth was brought out of the sea, because there was not much strength in the body at the time, even a normal hold of breath in the water could not be achieved, resulting in some choking of the sea water and not very comfortable in the lungs of the voice.

Seasonal warmth lay quietly on the bed, leaving the doctor to take care of the wound on her head until she turned over, and when someone covered the ice bag on the reddish half of her face, she couldn't help but frown in a coma.

Until it was all over, in the warm dreams of the season, the salty and cold sea water, she saw Ink's face pushing her out of the deep sea once and for all, and the moment she was finally pushed out of the sea, Ink's deep smile sank into the sea.

“No... don't...”

Seasonal warmth struggled in his dreams, struggled to rush back to the sea, looking at the infinite sea and swimming wildly, but couldn't reach him. He was desperately swimming in his direction, but saw a black painted hole deep in the sea, the ink view was as deep as a stranger staring at her in that hole, and then sucked in by the black hole for a moment.

She was busy swimming in the past, and the moment she swimmed into the black hole, the world seemed to recover its light.

When she saw that she had just died in prison and fell awake, a figure suddenly entered the door, and she finally saw him. The man was Mo Jingshen, who had suddenly returned from the United States for ten years.

He stood up with her still slightly warm body, ignoring the prison guards, and walked out with no expression on his face.

Seasonal warmth looked at the scene, wanted to follow it out, but an invisible barrier blocked her. She could only see the man's figure gradually moving away...

The light changed instantly and suddenly became a quiet and quiet ward.

She lay silently in a white bed in the ward, and Ink View stood by the bed silently watching her cool, temperatureless body.

Seasonal warmth could not walk past, he could only look far away at the man standing beside the hospital bed, his eyes tenderly resembled the ink scene of the last ten months, he looked at her ten years later, his eyes glanced cold.

When the door of the ward opened, ten years later, Seasonal Dream walked in, red eyes said: "Brother Jingshen, you just had such a serious car accident in Los Angeles the previous few months, you woke up after a few months of sleep and rushed back to China, and as soon as you came back, you saw your sister die in prison... I know you haven't been married in ten years because of your sister, but you're not going back to Haicheng? Why did you wake up and suddenly rush back to Haicheng and go straight to jail? How did you know something had happened to your sister...”