Chapter 363 (1/2)

Looking for a pajama, Wen Yiyi went into the bathroom in a hurry. She was sweating. She simply washed it and came out.

Mo Xiu Chen hasn't come up yet, she quickly blow dry hair, then go to bed to lie down.

Eyes staring at the top, a blink, not for a while eyelid son heavy began to fight.

And then

As soon as he tilted his head, he fell asleep.

…

Mo Xiuchen in order to go up early to enjoy tonight's ”wedding night”, Wen Yiyi just left, can't wait to start eating egg noodles.

Although some hot mouth, but he quickly finished eating, and then took two empty bowls in to wash.

When he went up, there was no one in the bedroom. There was a faint sound of water in the bathroom. He took his bathrobe and went to the bathroom of the next room to wash.

By the time she came back, Wen Yiyi had finished washing and fell asleep in bed.

He stood in front of the bed, looking at the woman who was sleeping very deeply. After a moment of silence, he opened the quilt, lay down in it and turned off the light.

Wen Yiyi sleeps in a daze. She feels that someone is groping on her body. There is something pressing her heavily, and she is a little out of breath.

”Why...” She murmured, opened her eyes, and ran into his deep, dark eyes.

At this time, the eyes are burning, staring at Wen Yiyi without blinking, so hot that she just had some sleepy brain, suddenly woke up.

She looked at their postures, her cheeks flushed slightly, reached out and pushed him, saying: ”go to sleep, I'm so tired today, I've been standing all day...”

Wen Yiyi plans to pretend to be poor and muddle through tonight's wedding, but it's not so easy. Mo Xiuchen has been thinking about it since she got up in the morning.

When I came back, I saw that she was very tired. I thought about whether or not I would forget tonight, and I'll come back tomorrow

But he finally thought about it, and still felt that he couldn't just let it go. After all, there was only one time in his life. It was a pity if he didn't do it.

”Do you think it's possible?” Mo Xiuchen asked in a low voice, holding her hand and pushing her own, raised it high above her head, put one hand into her pajamas, and then aimed at her red lips, bent over and kissed her.