Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

When Mo Jingshen returned to the hotel, it was the afternoon, and the room attendant said that Miss Ji had not been out for the day and that she had not called the room department after lunch.

As Mo Jing went in deep, the woman on the bed lay in a slightly curly position, breathing quietly and evenly, buried in a quilt motionless, looking like she was asleep.

The man had a deep frown, and he walked to the bed with his long legs.

In the soft light of the room, looking at the clean face of the woman, but this face is especially pale than in the normal day, there is hardly any blood on the lips, long eyelashes, a light shadow falling on the thin, pale face, long hair over the shoulder on the pillow, body still bowing while sleeping because of the pain in the stomach.

Seasonal warmth, because already accustomed to the discomfort of the few days of each month, is also accustomed to spending these days in the way of sleep when it is too painful. Over time, it can also fall asleep in such a row of pain, at least so that the pain can be reduced.

Apparently, however, she also endured pain in her sleep, with a slight wrinkle in her eyebrows as she fell asleep.

The curtains in this room are closed to cover all the light outside, only the light of a wall lamp at the head of the bed.

In fact, he was asleep until the warmth of the season, but he woke up when he heard someone walking in, but he didn't open his eyes.

She was obviously on a business trip. As a result, she had to rest in the hotel on the first day. Regardless of the importance of her work today, she still instinctively felt uncomfortable dragging her company behind her legs. She was not in the mood to face Ink Kang Deep at this time.

The room was extremely quiet, the season warmth had not moved until the sound of the door closing came into her, her slightly tight nerves relaxed a few points, she opened her eyes, looked at the room still with only one wall light, looked at the closed curtains, then closed her eyes, ready to continue sleeping, anyway, the most painful time, that is, the last two days, until the end of the period was not so bad.

The lucid breath belonging to the man surrounded him from behind. The nerves that had just relaxed in the season were tightened for a moment. Just now, she heard the door and thought that Mo Jingdeep had gone, but she didn't expect him to go, so she just went to close the door.

She was immobilized, and the man had the smell of an outdoor wind and dust servant besides the clear grassy scent, followed closely by her pajamas being lifted, and as she was all sweaty, ready to resist, the man's warm palms had been affixed to her cold stomach.

The season warmed up, so that the unobstructed patch of the skin in the middle kept her up, especially the warmth in the man's palms, and tightened her pores all over her body.

She didn't move, just sprayed the man's breath across the side of her neck, and she suddenly codified the sheets sensitively.

She moved her head and dodged, but the man's hands did not move as if they were fixed on her little belly. When she was about to turn over, she suddenly felt a little caught under the bed. The man simply lay beside her directly, holding down all her movements with ease and with his hands, he reached behind her neck and held her whole person directly in his arms, his other hand still attached to her abdomen.

“Mo Jingshen, who allowed you to enter my room again? Is the hotel's key card a human? I'm still asleep. Come in if you want?” Seasonal warmth was held in his arms and his eyes were raised against the man's dark, inky eyes under the dim light.

The man did not speak, but his hand on her belly increased a little, until the season warm pushed him hard, and he said seriously: “Be honest, isn't it a stomachache? And torment? ”

“Isn't there a thousand ways I can relieve my stomach aches? If you really sincerely want to make me feel less uncomfortable, ask your assistant to buy me some warm baby on the way back, or buy a hot water bag, but you can use your hands directly, this Sima Zhao's heart people really think that I don't know what you are thinking, I travel with you is not equal to me..."

Before she finished, her face was snapped, and she paused and was kissed accurately by the lips on her head.

Ink had to split her lips open. The tongue, long driven into the kiss, kissed deeply and heavily, almost instantly blew up the warm brain of the season.

But she kissed her? What's wrong with this man?

Seasonal warmth couldn't push him away, he was almost completely trapped under his arms, pushed a few times and she had no strength. The pain in her stomach made her hate herself for the fragile days of each month. Her eyes remained closed and she stared at him like a flame.

As he kissed, the man's dry, non-sweaty hands had been removed from her small belly, and he grabbed her waist so unhindered against her skin that his body completely covered her body, and the kiss grew deeper and deeper.

While Seasonal Warm was still staring at him, the man's hands covered her eyes directly. Seasonal Warm was forced to close her eyes, and she could not control her emotions until the man felt that her struggle to resist had slowed down and kissed her on her lips with patience and tenderness, and did not continue.

Seasonal warmth opened her eyes because the space for freedom was finally restored on her lips, and the mystery when she just closed her eyes had already been restored to clarity at the moment when she had opened her eyes. She reached out sober to open her hand to put a man on her belly: “Ink deep! ”

“Hmm?” The man's voice seemed extraordinarily dull in a dimly lit room, yet sexy. The feeling of laziness made people jump: “My stomach hurts like this, why didn't you ask the hotel people to cook you some brown sugar water? ”

Don't hide your face from his breathing: “Drinking doesn't do much good, that is, it doesn't hurt that much for more than half an hour after just drinking, but it's not long after that, it's the same, there's no need to bother people at the hotel. ”

The man lowly said, "So you just hold on? ”

She faintly said, "I'm used to it. ”

When she was not divorced, she would be staring at Mo Jingshen or Sister Chen every night for some hot milk or brown sugar water, so her monthly period was really much better, but then for the last three years, she could only keep up with the routine of life and exercise, but with so much detail, where did she get it, and she was so busy that she didn't have time to insist on warming up any brown sugar or ginger tea every night.

After three years, she got used to it for a long time. Where was she as delicate as she used to be when Ink was deep around her? She had no idea of correction.

"What are you accustomed to?" he muted. You shrink like shrimp in bed and make me look heartbroken? ”