Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Seasonal warmth raised his hands and covered his head: “And his head. ”

If she doesn't show weakness now, it's estimated what the man will really do to her.

Obviously, that was basically an arrow on the string.

A man's eyes are heavy. Before her eyes had dissipated, she withstood everything with her painful expression. Then she saw her head rubbing her head with her hands, and her heart suddenly softened.

“Sorry, I've lived like a painstaking monk for years. It's inevitably hard to control myself for a while.” He lifted his hand and rubbed her where she had a headache: “Is it serious? It's my fault you're here to take care of your injuries. I'll try to restrain you, hmm? ”

Bitter monk?

She thinks it's from a crown bird. Beast's inky deep bitter meat gauge.

She didn't talk, she just kept her head down and let him rub it, then saw where she had been injured on her head was not good, she didn't really intend to do anything to her anymore, help her put messy clothes up, the woman refused to let him touch, his movements didn't pause for a moment, his eyes stopped on the kiss mark just deliberately left on her collarbone, then his eyes darkened, lifted her neck, and blocked that part as well.

“Well, you sleep in the bedroom, I sleep in the study, don't touch you.” The man helped her get dressed and said low.

He's about to peel off his clothes, his pants are almost taken off, he won't touch her now?

Season warm raised his face and looked at him. He lifted his hand and pulled his messy hair backwards. The tiger said with his face on his face: “I want to go home. ”

The man looked at her, a few seconds later: "No. ”

She lifted her eyelids up and stared at him: "It's easy to get stuck with you, isn't it? Even if you take a taxi back in the middle of the night, you're not in danger. ”

“Wife in arms, habitual failure to restrain, sorry. ”

“Who's your wife? ”

“ …… ”

The man looked at her slightly, and the light that had just not dissipated was still in his eyes.

If she hadn't just suddenly rolled down to the side of the coffee table, and if she hadn't crashed, he would probably have gotten her back on the couch and continued.

She would never let go.

A man who has abstained for more than three years is undoubtedly horrible. Seasonal warmth is now unbearable on this fragile tablet. The most dangerous person is beside her. She also wants to live here safely and safely for the rest of her injuries?

It's with a tiger who's been hungry for three years, and the tiger says, "Don't worry, I don't eat meat.” What's the difference?

Though she suffered a brain injury, she was not mentally handicapped enough to carry it clearly.

Seeing her face cold and silent, her hands crossed like a strictly defensive application in front of her chest, Ink Jing sat back next to her, her hands lifted a little messy hair on her forehead, the tone was low: “Still hurting? ”

The voice is patient and gentle.

Seasonal warmth raised her hand and rubbed her shoulder again. Then she touched the place where she had just been hit on the head. She muffled and said: "Much better. I just bumped into it. It was a little heavy when I rolled off the couch. Just slow down. ”

The man leaned over and lifted her arm: “Let me see. ”

Seasonal Warm Instinct's busy stepping aside: “What are you looking at? ”

He just put it on, and then he untied it. Look at your shoulder?

Seasonal warmth pressed the clothes on her body with her hands and pressed the clothes on her shoulders together. Her eyes glanced out the window. At the end of August, it was almost autumn. It was the rainy season, and it was raining again, and it was really late.

She refused to let him near, avoided beside him, and said very seriously and seriously: "Mo Jingshen, for your sake for the past three years, I am not as grateful as your old death, but I am afraid it is impossible to do it again. If you don't do anything to me anymore, I can treat you like a good word to rebuild your parents, but if you have to force me against my will, don't blame me for not recognizing people. I really think of you as this white-eyed wolf! Anyway, my relationship with you has been so bad over the years, it can't be worse, it can't be worse than a farmer and a snake don't appreciate it, can it? ”

“Mm-hmm.” The man answered casually: "You know farmers and snakes, that's good. ”

Seasonal warmth: "…”

She stared at him again for a moment. She got up directly from the side of the sofa and saw that he had no intention of continuing. She stood at the side of the sofa and kept a certain distance from him. She lifted her hand and touched the position on her clavicle through the clothes. She thought of the kiss mark, which really did not give her a good face.

Seasonal warmth turned to the bedroom and looked out the window at the rainy night. “Don't forget what you just said. I'll sleep in the bedroom and you'll sleep in the study. ”

The man didn't respond and his pretty eyebrows wrinkled because of the distance her red fruit was going to draw from the line of demarcation.

Seasonal warmth did not look at him. When he reached the bedroom door, he took a pause and looked down at the two grey men under his feet to compromise. He turned his eyes and with his tongue tipped up his right mumps and suddenly said overhead: “I'm hungry. ”

Ink sits deep on the sofa: “The kitchen has ingredients, make your own when you're hungry. ”

Seasonal warmth instantly turned around and said, "Am I not a wounded man? Why should I do it myself? Aren't you asking me here to take care of myself? ”

The ink is deep and salty: “No cooking for the white-eyed wolf. ”

Hand-to-hand?

How can he do it himself if she keeps him so far away?

Seasonal warmth: "……"

She stared at the man's back for half a day and turned back directly to the bedroom, closing the door with a bang.

When she returned to the room, Seasonal Warm turned on the light and looked at the reflection that she had shown in the window. Although the clothes were put on, they were still a little messy. It was good that Chen Sister-in-law had bought more than one clothes for her. There was also a set of clothes in the bag on the bed. When she left, she could wear this other set of new clothes. Otherwise, the messy pressed out marks on her body would not be visible.

When she woke up in the morning, Mo Jing deeply hugged her to eat. At noon she fell asleep and slept through the afternoon. She was hungry by now.

After closing the door, there was a hint of movement in the stomach, and the season warmed with lips and hands over the stomach, thinking about it and walking straight to the bathroom in the bedroom.

After entering, he unloaded his clothes against the wide landing mirror inside, and he saw the kiss mark on the clavicle left there, obscure and obvious.

Just as the warm and dark teeth of the season were scolding Ink Jing deeply and shamelessly in his heart, he flanked his side of his head, squinted his eyes in confusion, lifted his hair up, and clearly saw a less obvious but visible trace of the position under his ear.