Chapter 137： The man murmured, "You ignore me." (2/2)
The clear breath belonging to the man surrounded him from behind, and the smell of moisturizing bath milk, followed by a scorching kiss fell on her face and rolled behind her ears.
He licked her ears gently, and she caught the sheets with sensitivity.
She moved her head to dodge.
Kissing and kissing, the man's slightly rough and thin cocoon fingers had covered her skin from her nightdress, and continued to go deeper.
Chi Huan, who was a little bit distracted by deep kisses, was aroused, still awake, and busy catching the man's hand, he finally made a noise, ”Mo Shiqian.”
”Huh?” His voice seemed extraordinarily depressed and dull in the night. ”From last night to tonight, when are you going to be angry?”
She put aside her face to avoid his breath. ”Am I angry?”
The man murmured, ”You ignore me.”
She said lightly, ”I didn't.”
He mumbled, ”It's still early.”
What time does this sentence mean? Chi Huan is naturally clear.
After a long silence, she didn't speak.
The man's kiss fell on her cheek and neck again.
She lay under him without moving, and asked quietly, ”I just want to have **** with you.”
Mo Shiqian paused. ”You don't want to?”
”I'm sleepy and want to sleep.”
He squeezed her chin, his voice tightened. ”But I think now.”
She pursed her lips. ”Then you hurry up, I'm going to bed.”
Mo Shiqian's heart finally set off waves, and the lowered voice was a little milder and more indifferent. ”Chi Huan, what are you dissatisfied with me?”
She didn't like monsoon rain, and he had promised to drive her away.
What else does she want?
”Then what's your dissatisfaction with me? Don't you just want to do it, I'll give it to you, will you have to ask me to ask you to make me?”
Mo Shiqian couldn't see her face in the dark, but the emotions in her chest had been picked up.
He actually didn't have to do it, but he just didn't like her attitude so much, and he was so cold and alienated, and since last night, he didn't want to care about him.
He put up with it last night.
He was willing to spoil her, and occasionally a little temper did not matter, but it did not include tolerating her repeated cold face.
The foreplay was simple, and Chi Huan's body was almost directly entered by him with almost no preparation. She didn't hold back, and the shrieking cry broke out in her throat, and she became tense.
It didn't seem to be abusive, but she still tasted punishment.
This lasted for nearly ten minutes. Mo Shiqian hugged her and changed her posture. Chi Huan, who was only able to withstand the moment, grabbed the bathrobe still worn by the man and held it tightly.
His head still leaned forward.
Mo Shiqian kissed her again with her sideways bow, the deeper and deeper the kiss, the more lingering the kiss. It seems that such a physical distance can also pull the distance between them closer, allowing her to return to the past. Looks like.
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Chi Huan got up lazily the next morning.
After a brief wash, Li Li gave her a bowl of glutinous rice porridge.
She lowered her head with a spoon and tasted it slowly.
Li Li asked with a smile, ”Miss Chi, is this porridge delicious?”
”OK, what's wrong?”
”This porridge was boiled by the gentleman when he got up ... you quarreled last night, and he didn't look very good in the morning.”