Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

It's so cold.

So comfortable.

For several years, she had been careful not to touch anything cold and drink anything cold, not even a sip of ice water during the hottest months of summer.

Suddenly standing on a cold, cold, water-contaminated floor with cool rain falling on your head, putting out the unprovoked heat on your body, it's really comfortable.

Seasonal warmth stood a little numb on the balcony, facing the wind with the rain, closing his eyes, leaving the body that had just taken a bath to be baptized again by the heavy rain, leaving the long hair of his shoulders scattered behind his shoulders, breathing the wet and cold smell in the rain.

In the handbag in the room, the phone rings, the season warmth as if I didn't hear it ignored, just watched the heavy rain with a slight smile on the corner of my mouth.

It rained so heavily that she didn't even hear the door open when Ink came back.

Until she finally heard the voice, it was already a man pushing through the half-closed floor window behind her and making a loud noise.

Seasonal warmth, frightened by the sound, shrunk his shoulders, turned his eyes, and some blurred eyes brushed by the rain looked at a man with a clear and ugly face.

“What are you doing?” Men's voices seem colder than this autumn rain.

The warmth of the season, which made me feel comfortable with the rain, struck a tremor in the heart.

She looked at him with some confusion, and some white lips brushed with rain moved: “Look at the rain...”

Seasonal warmth is now like this, saying that it is still sober and indeed awake, saying that it is drunk and indeed drunk, the hair is completely wet, the already wet bathrobe is cold and cold and especially heavy on the body, the towel that was used to wipe the hair is on the shoulder to bear the autumn rain baptism, the face is full of rain.

But this unspeakable downfall made her feel like she had faded the cold, arrogant mask of the past three years, faded the so-called unloved shell, and stood here blindly and fleshly.

Seasonal warmth slightly crooked his head, and the afterglow of his eyes saw a man holding something he had just bought from a pharmacy. Who would have thought that deep in the hall, he would also go out in the middle of the night with rain to buy medicine. He was also wet, but always looked like she was the one who was more wolf.

She couldn't help laughing again.

But laughing at a man's face is getting uglier by two points.

Suddenly tight on his wrist, the season warmth could not be emitted, and the man dragged him directly from the balcony into the window, and then the floor window was heavily closed, so that the wind that had been cut off because of the intensity of the window closed lifted up, and finally floated back again.

“Just took a bath and ran out to rain. How cold and stinging is the autumn rain in Beijing? Don't you feel it? In your own way of torturing yourself, I think you're not allowed on the plane tomorrow afternoon because of a high fever.” The man cobbled her wrist and dragged the season warm for a long time, suddenly almost crashing into his arms. She barely stood still, but still swayed because her soft legs had fainted. The man's hand was trapped on her waist in a timely manner, which prevented her from falling down immediately.

Seasonal warmth because of this wave, and because of the sudden force of his hand between his waist, he felt just a bit of turmoil. The feeling of the heavens and the earth spinning came again. She squinted her eyes and frowned, but she didn't explain a word, holding her lips to push him.

If it weren't for the warmth of the season, her face would look too white, and Mojing would definitely say something heavier. But seeing a little woman drunk and horrible, she couldn't tell the northeast from the northwest, and she was stiff as if it was okay. The man calmly took her to the side of the couch, threw the decanting pill in his hand aside, and he reached out and had to untie her with a bathrobe full of rain.

Seasonal warmth was suddenly very sensitive to lift your hand up to cover the neck of your bathrobe and earned: “I wash myself when I want to! Didn't you already buy the decanting pills? I'll drink it myself! You go!”

The man's hand stopped at her collar for a moment, and the season warmed up without looking at the man's eyes, twisting his body and walking away, but the result was whether he was holding his foot or being fished back by the man's long arm.

Seasonal warmth was somewhat irritated by the wetness of her body and the heavy bathrobe. Her anger raised her hand on him and pushed and beat her with all her strength. However, even now she is using all her strength to estimate that she does not weigh much on this man. Lifting her less sober eyes, she stared at the man as deep as the inky sea: “You...”

“Will you take a bath yourself? You're gonna soak yourself up? If you could do that, you wouldn't have soaked in the hotel bathtub for two days and two nights three years ago. With the foresight of the car, I wouldn't have left if I hadn't watched you take good care of yourself. With this strength, I'd better hurry in and take a hot bath!” Feeling the cold on her, the man frowned and directly untied the tape in the middle of her bathrobe.

Seasonal warmth covered the bathrobe that was almost open. When a man had raised his hand to help her take it off, he struggled to lower his head and went to bite him. After half a day of biting, he couldn't bite. His angry eyes were red, and he scolded angrily: "Ink deep! You bastard! Don't take off my clothes... don't you remember what I said the other day...”

The man's men kept moving because the cold temperatures touched her gradually turned warm and even burned. Doubting if the rain that first dried her when she came back had already caused the fever. However, the season warm kept holding her collar and holding her alive. There was a vague curse on her mouth until she hated it: “I said I don't love you... I don't love you! Mojing Deep! You're not taking off my clothes! I don't love you! Go away...”

Even worse, she couldn't curse, and the next second a man suddenly dragged her hard in front of her, and when she had red eyes to curse, she held her back brain and kissed her directly.

With the wet and clear male smell of rain night over her lips, even not as simple as in the past, she pryed her lips directly, drove straight in, deeply and heavily entangled, seasonal warmth was instantly stopped by alcohol paralyzed brain, shook in the man's arms, bite him violently, and struggled to say in the gap between lips: “I don't... Mmm! ”

Even the roots of the tongue seem to be captured, the nerves of the season are shaking, lifting the feet to kick him, but the bathrobe is too heavy, the feet are just indoor shoes, no offense.

Instead, a man's powerful fingers trapped her waist and limbs, almost trying to strangle her into his body, and then badly bullying him when the season warms up to bite him. Crushed lips. Valves, take people directly behind you, fall into the sofa--

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