Chapter 729: Yes, I ca n’t play with you, I ’m not playing with you now

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Wen Yan smiled without a smile, "You are really wider than my mother."
He didn't speak, and his feet on the door panel were still pushing hard to keep her from closing the door.
She reached out to him. "It's OK to stay asleep. Give me my credentials."
Mo Shichen looked down at her, his eyes as deep as ink.
The man didn't respond to her, she didn't wait much, turned around and walked to the bed, she didn't care if the door was not closed.
When she lifted the quilt, she was about to climb into bed, and just about to climb up, she was wrapped around her waist by the man who followed her, a warm kiss fell to her back neck, and her thin lips pressed against her mute whisper "Ma'am, if you really don't want to do anything, then we should be a hobby ... It's healthier to exercise than to sleep without restraint day and night."
"I do not want."
"Then go out, I will take you for a drive."
"Not interested in."
He lost his patience, his thin lips spread from her back neck to her shoulders, and then kissed up to her ears. She finally turned her around by pressing her shoulders and holding her head with her big palm clasping her face. , Then bowed her head and kissed her lips, and quickly pried open her lips, and drove straight and kissed deeply.
Suddenly, the two fell on the bed, Mo Shichen was on top, tightly covering her body and pressing her under her.
The dense kisses encroached on her inch of skin, and the burning breath was the sweep away, and the scratching itching seemed to tremble in layers.
Wen Ying was lying on the bed. She bent her knees, her eyes were not closed, but she looked at the ceiling, just looked at the ceiling, and asked the man who said lightly, "Mo Shichen, why are you such a beast? How about peace of mind? "
He kissed her cheek, and husky, "I gave you a chance to choose."
"You fart less."
She never had a chance to choose, only to be chosen by him.
She wanted to divorce, he was not allowed and threatened her.
She gave up everything and left Paris, and he couldn't shake off the nougat almost growing on her.
She was going to work in Lancheng, and he deducted her credentials.
Choice, when did she have a chance to choose?
Mo Shichen was silent, and asked again, "Do or go?"
She sneered, "I let you go."
How could he roll.
Wen Ye was entered again, like last night, but not as tender as last night, so painful she almost shed tears.
These tears are different from last night, just purely physical discomfort, so after she noticed the sourness of her eyes, she closed her eyes and forced her back.
Mo Shichen was at the top and looked at her face from beginning to end.
Last night she struggled hard and resisted, and it wasn't until she succeeded that she gave up.
Today, she did n’t even think of resistance from the beginning. Even if she was willing to compromise a little, even if she did n’t go out and climbed up to read a book or watch a movie, he might stop because he did n’t mean it originally. It was just a temporary intent and then took advantage of it.
He even felt a little irritable about being unclear.
Wen Yan closed his eyes, and hated the other senses of the body. He could not close them together, like the eyes were closed, everything in front of him turned into darkness, disappeared neatly and completely.
Naturally, she didn't see the tight jaw line of the man.
Mo Shichen lowered her head and kissed her cheek densely, then rolled to the sensitive ears of most people, and deliberately teased, and it really caused her body to stiffen.
"Wen Ye," his mute voice rang against her ear bones, word by word, clear enough to discern every word, "Do you want to tell me if I trap you to your side, you Just planning to live by my side like a walking dead? "
Wen Yan still closed his eyes, as if he hadn't heard him, and didn't give him any response.
She suffered for a while, and soon couldn't bear it, gritted her teeth, unconsciously climbed up on his fingers, and then grabbed his clothes.
Mo Shichen loves to see her embarrassed and uncomfortable with him, but she can't get used to her almost biting her lips in order to tolerate bleeding, freeing up a hand to force Qiaoli to pinch her jaw, Forced her to open her mouth slightly, her upper and lower teeth couldn't bite the lethality.
Sure enough, without the barrier, the groan in her throat could no longer be restrained.
Men always like to hear women calling themselves under their own body, not to mention that Mo Shichen's desire to conquer is no less than others, not to mention that a woman like Wen Rong has the most sense of accomplishment when folded.
He lowered his head to kiss her, but not his lips, but just pecking her lips at all. The gentle oblique wind and drizzle formed two distinct contrasts with the rhythm below him. They were gentle and cruel, like a fire and ice. .
In other respects, at least in bed, no one knows this man's style better than Wen Ye.
She stretched her hands around his neck, left the mattress by force, and hung on his body like this. The soft and delicate sweaty face proactively put on the man's hot cheeks, her eyes were already out of focus, and her nails Submerged in the flesh on the man's shoulder, I wish I could pierce again.
She opened her mouth, pieced together a sentence intermittently, "Don't you just want to ... force me to beg you ... ah ..." The woman's head was resting in his shoulder socket, her breathing was disturbed, and her voice was knocked like a snoring, " Don't ... Mo Shichen, don't ... I beg you ... "
In this voice, the soft, greasy bones seemed to make men's bones crisp.
It just seems true and false, and teaches people to distinguish.
Obviously, she should have surrendered, and she seemed to lose her helmet and armor quickly and gave up the criminal and fell under him. Unfortunately, she said the first half of the sentence, and after that, more concessions and begging for mercy were just ironic.
Don't you just want me to ask for mercy, I'll just ask.
Aren't you just trying to suppress all my resistance? I don't want to resist now.
Yes, I ca n’t play with you, I ’m not playing with you now.
Maybe it's her soft and terrible voice, which can spur a man's beast blood, whether true or false, or it may be that he has noticed the indifference and mockery behind her "obedience", which stirred up deeper annoyance and anger. Instead of slowing down the offensive, Mo Shichen became more fierce and left no room for tinkering with her.
Wen Yan felt that she didn't care. Although she couldn't bear it and kept screaming, she also let herself scream, as if the soul had been stripped from the bones of joy. .
Until she no longer knows what year it is, the man is finally coming to an end. She seems to be drifting out of her consciousness, and suddenly screams, "Mo Shichen, you are not wearing a suit, you are not allowed Get in there ... "