Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Seasonal warmth changed clothes, came out of the bedroom and took a deep view of the ink.

Ink stared silently at the woman as she looked at him, her eyes black and white.

It's not about the past, it's not about anger, it's not about hate.

He wasn't really sure if she was going to let that happen.

Ji Wen saw that his eyes were clear and calm, and she didn't speak. She cleaned up the collar she had already worn without a look on her face. She said: "Could you lend me a hundred bucks? ”

Couldn't borrow my phone, suddenly asked for money, it was just a hundred bucks?

Mo Jing glanced deeply at her, but Seasonal Warm had walked to the temporary hanger in front of the door very consciously and turned inside and outside his clothes and didn't see the wallet again. This made me think that in the case of the sea at the time, not only did her bag and the contents of the bag disappear, it was estimated that all the contents of his shirt trousers at the time should have gone into the sea. For only two days, he had been at home to take care of him again. There should have been no additional ID card, and there should not be time to buy a new wallet.

But now that he frequently returns to Orlando International, it's rare to carry some banknotes with him, not even a hundred dollars worth of banknotes here.

Thinking about it, Seasonal Warm turned around and was ready to go to the other room. If she couldn't, she could go to the study and look for it. Anyway, she could get a taxi back to Moon Lake Bay.

As a result, as soon as he turned around, he was caught in the arm with only strength, and he was taken back instantly.

Mo Jingdeep pressed the person directly next to the hanger, clamped her waist and forced her into her arms, her voice was low: “The wound is not ready, must go? ”

Suddenly close, the man's breath swept in.

The warm heart of the season jumped.

She pushed the man's arm with her hand and tried to break free. She couldn't even push it open, and the tattoo didn't move. Suddenly, her cold face patted on his arm and she turned her head and said angrily to him: “Ink Jing Deep, when I was unconscious, you gave me a bath and changed my clothes, I thought I had to, I won't compare with you, but now I can stand on my own, I didn't hurt much, I don't have to live here. Besides, is it necessary for you to hug me like this again and again? Let go of me! ”

He whispered in her ear: "You know how many times I've bathed you, how many times I've seen you, how many times I've slept, can you count? If I hug you, I'll be pissed off. How dare you? After all these years of camping, I've raised a white eyed wolf? ”

“ …… ”

What does this have to do with the White-Eyed Wolf?

Seasonal warm face, unable to break free, can only try to retreat, but behind her is a temporary hanger unable to support her leaning, only a step back paused again, hands up trying to push a person arm distance, but still did not succeed.

In case she continues to lean back against the hanger, the ink circles her waist directly to hold her. Seasonal warmth just feels suddenly lifted, feet off the ground, and easily one turn to hold her directly onto the couch.

The man sat down, grabbed her on his thigh, clamped her waist, and his clean face came together, and his warm breath almost brushed against her cheek: “Trying to find a note from me, I'm afraid, is a little difficult. ”

The dull voice of a man seems to be fooling her into the illusion: “Only you can play with the wind here, cold face has been thrown out, you can do whatever you want to retaliate, but you can't leave here until you get hurt, at least wait for your head to stop hurting, the doctor confirms that you have nothing wrong before leaving. ”

How could Seasonal Warm listen to a man because he said so many words, even said that she dumped her cold face and said she was ready to theorize with him, just turned her head, but was kissed by a man with a low head.

The season was full of warmth.

In the months after returning home, it was not the first time that he had been deeply kissed by Mo Jing, but the previous few times either in the dark or with alcohol, or before she went into a coma, he almost directly swallowed her alive and stripped her of the same kiss, but so that both were awake, even when everything was calm, such a kiss was too intimate for her, even challenging her ability to bear.

After a few seconds she returned to God, she lifted her hand and pushed the man's chest, almost under conditions to retreat from his arms.

Instead of pushing, the deeper the kiss.

The man directly caught her in the back of the brain, transformed the kiss that would have been just a low head into a deep kiss, lip and tongue entanglement, she couldn't push it, more than felt the blood was pouring wildly, her scalp was numb, all the familiar or unfamiliar enthusiasm was surrounding her, pushed for half a day almost took the strength, and finally she could only breathe softly in his arms, her fingers trembled, tightly covered the man's clothes.

Seasonal warmth consciousness was almost chaotic, the man's hand held her face, warm fingertips touched her cheek skin, the other hand from the back of her head down, until it felt the man's hand into the clothes, she finally a spiritual, the chaos in her head dissipated, awakened, pushed him hard.

Mo Jingshen had no intention of letting go, but that moment immersed each other, unlike being confined at first just to keep her, Mo Jingshen was really pushed away this time, but it was just a distance to let go.

Seasonal warmth gasped as he was about to jump off his leg, and a face that would have been a little pale didn't know if it was a little exaggerated red because of the kiss just now.

Either this man stands still and watches her move calmly, unprepared for offense, ready to take his opponent straight as soon as he's ready to attack?

She was angry with the clothes that had just been lifted in a corner and pulled down. She was angry just a step away from his leg and almost fell back on the coffee table. Her legs were kissed and softened. She stood up and said with indiscriminate anger: “Here you are, either kiss or hug, you said how can I still live with you? If I were here for a few days, I wouldn't necessarily be taken advantage of by you! Kiss me if you kiss me. What does it mean to drill your hand into my clothes? If I really gave you a good look, would you still...”

Realizing what I was angry about, the warm face of the season was reddish and full of angst.

Her hair was scattered on her shoulders. She looked angry and unhappy. Plus, when she was just kissed, her breath was unstable and her cheeks were red. The man looked at her. He had no intention of doing anything to her, but his eyes were darkened by the blood of her angry expression.

Seasonal Warm wanted to say something angry, and saw a fire in the man's eyes as if it was better than hers. The reflection in his eyes almost swallowed her up, and when he reached the mouth, he instantly choked back...