Chapter 416： Be my woman back, Chi Huan (1/2)

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[He said that if I broke up with you someday, I can try another man, because all my knowledge of **** is given by you ... I think of this kind of thing as dirty when I remember the scene Ugly, all of us are unavoidably classified into one subconscious group, and maybe another start will have a different feeling ...]

Mo Shiqian narrowed his eyes, without tenderness and pity, slammed in.

Chi Huan couldn't adapt at all, biting his lips and screaming.

It's thin and humming, and she can't even tell if she's comfortable or painful, like a cat, but the thin, delicate voice lines are undoubtedly hooking men's nerves.

The window was cold like water.

In the bedroom were the names of men's low, panting, intertwined with women intermittently--

”Mo Shiqian ...”

………………

Chi Huan had a headache as if to blow it up.

She held her head in her hands, and slowly sat up from the bed, only to realize that she not only had headaches, but her body was sore, and her whole body seemed to be drained.

She lowered her head and pinched her temples.

Dreamed last night.

Dreaming of Mo Shiqian.

Still ... Chunmeng.

A deep, **** voice lingered in the quiet space, ”Wake up?”

She was stunned for a while, then the whole person was dull.

This voice is ...

Chi Huan bit her lip, clutched the white quilt with her fingers, and then looked up in the direction of the sound.

The man was sitting in a single armchair in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and his long legs wrapped in ironed black trousers elegantly overlapped. His upper body was an expensive black shirt, with two buttons open, revealing a **** collarbone.

He had half-burnt cigarettes between his long, articulate fingers.

Under the dark blue light, the man's handsome to the extreme face was blurred by the pale haze of smoke.

Fei Bo's lips curled up slightly, and a cold smile was brewing, but her voice was spoiled. ”Why do you look at me like this, or Chi Damei has too many ministers under her skirt, forget who I am?”

Chi Huan was shocked, and his face was white for a moment.

She opened her mouth and murmured his name, ”Mo Shiqian.”

The man's slender fingers flicked soot and smirked, ”Remember the best, otherwise ...”

He took another puff of cigarette, then spit it out slowly, narrowed his eyes, and smiled lightly, ”If I get angry, I don't know what I will do.” Chi Huan has realized that his body under the quilt is not alone thread.

The skirt she wore last night fell on the carpet.

She looked at him confusedly and asked, ”Last night ... why did we ... what happened?”

Mo Shiqian took her beautiful long fingers to remove the cigarette from her lips, and she looked at her with a smile. ”Huanhuan, your acting skills have improved a lot, and your ability to seduce men has also made a qualitative leap. ”

Upon hearing this, she turned white again, and said subconsciously, ”Why ... what do you mean?”

Chi Huan had no idea how this happened.

Seen in five years, she doesn't even know when he came back.