Chapter 813: "How can I make you feel better, I know better than you."

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Mo Shichen's face did not ease, and she watched every inch of her face change closely. "When did you learn to smoke?"
He never really knew that this woman would smoke.
She made a memoir, and still didn't care much about her tone. "Maybe ... more than six months after your plane crash."
"reason?"
"It also requires a reason, so why do you smoke?"
"Men don't need a reason to smoke. They naturally learned when they were in their teens."
"A woman must smoke?"
"Don't go round and round with me, say."
She shrugged. "I can't remember, maybe it was just when I became a little widow, and the company was not stable at the time. The relationship between work and stress was a natural coincidence."
His frowned eyebrows showed no sign of relief, "I never saw you pump."
"I quit early. My mother is a traditional woman. She doesn't like girls smoking. She always reads and always reads. I didn't smoke."
Moreover, she could not talk about addiction at that time, but she felt lonely and anxious, and she needed a channel for repatriation. Smoking was harmless. Although it had no practical effect, it was not much harm.
"Why is it pumping now?"
Wen Ye looked at his handsome face, but his face was too cold, and he tilted his head and laughed, "I only smoked a half cigarette, and you didn't say anything when you threw at me. You still ask endlessly?"
He looked at her silently for a long time before he twitched his lips and said, "I thought you were bothering me before smoking."
She laughed even harder. "I keep talking about you, don't you just ignore it?"
The man's thin lips clenched tightly, and said lightly, "You're bothering me to lose my temper, don't be angry with yourself."
In fact, he doesn't have a heavy addiction. Although he smokes occasionally, he knows the feeling when he is irritable.
She can annoy him, he annoys him, and even hates him, but he still doesn't want to bring this feeling to her.
Wen Yan looked at her with a faint smile on his face, seeming to be real, and his eyes were staring at him.
What can you do without kissing at this time?
Mo Shichen bowed her head and kissed her lips.
She was motionless, not even moving her eyes.
A distance of a piece of paper, he stopped, only breathing seemed to entangle each other.
The next second, he picked her up horizontally and turned to walk to the big bed. "It's late. I'm going to work tomorrow morning. You should also, and go to bed earlier ..."
This seems to be the first time that he was interrupted by a woman's kiss while talking. In the past, it was all he did.
Mo Shichen paused instinctively, looking down at the woman who kissed her close by.
She was wrapped in his arms by her, and her two hands were around his neck, and then he kissed him actively.
Firstly, her lips were close to her lips, and she was not awkward in terms of love. The tip of her tongue described the shape of his lips slowly, slowly and slowly as a teaser.
Unexpectedly, after the reaction, the man didn't go back for the first time to give a deep kiss. Instead, he let her play, but he continued with his long legs and walked to the bed.
Wen Yan was put on the bed and pressed by him, the kiss was interrupted, but the lips of the two were still pressed together, and the breathing was deeper and more chaotic.
The man's voice was already deep, "You're seducing me, isn't it true, eh?"
"Probably."
"Here I am, unless I don't want to, there is nothing to break up with."
"You are less affectionate, even if I disappear into your world tomorrow, you and I have not broken up."
They are not together at all.
Mo Shichen stared at his face under the blink of an eye for a moment. He didn't move for a while, and said lowly, "You suddenly became active. How do I think there is no such good thing?"
"..."
Was he too keen, or was he really rejected so much that she was accustomed to her rejection that she couldn't even accept her?
Wen Zheng looked at him, "... it's still awkward like this, Mo Shichen, are you still a man?"
"..."
Fuck.
Mo Shichen had only these four letters and a word in her head, and then hesitated without any hesitation. She pulled her bath towel and tore off the last layer of cloth in her shirt, and straightened into her softness— —
He had responded long before she kissed him.
Not to mention she was lying under him and provoking him with words.
Wen Yiqing's reaction was not as fast as he was, so he couldn't get used to it suddenly for a while. She opened her lips and screamed and rushed out of her throat. She drew her fingertips into his arm and scolded resentfully. "Mo Shichen, you ..."
He lowered his head to bite her sensitive ear, and after a few vigorous and malicious moves, he asked dumbly, "Is it enough to be a man now?"
"..."
"I have never seen a man with such a small belly!"
She said to him, he didn't even give the foreplay and just ran into it directly, asshole!
The coolness he hadn't experienced for too long wrapped his scalp, and his whole nerves agitated. He narrowed his eyes and asked with a threatening tone, "Who are you young?"
"..."
Nervous, she said he didn't say he was young.
This man, give him some sunshine, and he will shine in seconds.
Wen Zheng didn't answer. Where did Mo Shichen give up easily? He didn't even pay attention to his skills. He hit her with a bang, and his husky voice was able to spit out the water. "Baby, I asked you who was young and I saw a few the man?"
With her eyes narrowed and her fingers clutching the fabric underneath, she didn't know if it was her shirt or the sheets under her. "You ... don't try so hard ... okay?"
The man bowed his head and kissed the line of her jaw, hitting her ear all the way, first licking her auricle, and then sticking the tip of her tongue into her ear, "I'm afraid the strength is lighter and you say I'm not a man enough And misunderstood me. "
"..."
Sensitive points were pounded densely, and sensitive ears were teased. The man on her quickly dragged her into in a short period of time, affecting her nerves and making her unable to control herself. The whole nerve seemed to be straightened, and even the toes were straightened.
She was robbed half of her consciousness, and surrounded her unconsciously, complaining intermittently, "Mo Shichen ... you say that you like me, love me and treat me well, but you have been bullying me."
The man gasped while kissing her ear, "What do you want me to do to you, you say."
"You ... slow down."
"No."
"..."
This scum doesn't hurt in minutes.
"con man!"
"Baby," he smiled lowly, and the voice seemed to be soggy. "How can I make you feel better, I know better than you."