Chapter 673: Interpretation of textbook-like kisses

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It's still early, around seven or eight, he came before her, but these days I've been busy dealing with these trivial matters that are not big, but I can't spare anytime. Occasionally, there are things on the company side that he needs to handle and explain himself, so I haven't had time to adjust the jet lag, and I usually just brace it.
I haven't felt sleepy just now, so I lie on the bed in such a way, and when I look at the sleeping face of the woman, the impetuousness of my heart gradually subsides, and the bedroom is very quiet. In the darkness after the lights are off, I can hear more clearly The sound of the waves rising and falling.
So far, as if from outside the world.
It's so close, and in your ears, you can imagine the scenery of the sea beating against the beach.
The drowsiness struck like this, he simply lay down, next to the woman's soft body, burying her chin into her shoulders, and after breathing evenly, you could smell the smell of bath milk mixed with perfume, if it was not, Soothing hypnosis.
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Mo Shichen was suddenly awakened.
Open your eyes and see the light of the dark blue Weixi, not night, but faintly close to the night, it should be the dawn of the day.
He suddenly realized that his side seemed to be cold.
He turned his head, and the woman who was supposed to lie was gone.
Where did she go?
Mo Shichen directly lifted the quilt and got out of bed, turning on the lights smoothly, regardless of whether he was wearing shoes or not, stepping on the thick carpet.
He even flashed a ridiculous idea in an instant, did the woman leave silently?
Because it's too early now, it's not bright.
Fortunately, when he walked out of the bedroom, he saw at a glance the suitcase he had picked up from Ye Sran last night, and it was still in the original place. Then, as if he felt something, he turned to look at the balcony.
The floor-to-ceiling window was not closed, and the inner layer of tulle was blown up by the wind, quietly rising and falling.
The chair outside was large, but Mo Shichen still saw the woman inside, because she ran a hand on the armrest casually, and the round table next to it contained a bottle of wine and a wine glass.
Wen Min reached out to go to the wine glass, his wrist was suddenly caught, followed by, the warm light from the floor-to-ceiling window behind the floor-to-ceiling window was also covered by something, casting a long shadow.
She looked up, looked at the handsome face that appeared above her, and smiled with her lips rolled. "Why did you wake up so early?"
Mo Shichen held her wrist and did not loosen his hands, staring down at her face for a while, then determined that he really did not feel the depression and sorrow that he thought he had imagined. Looking back at his eyes, he was not indifferent or drunk. , But it looks good.
His tense nerves eased, and he pinched her hand bones and asked displeasedly, "Don't you sleep and sit here drinking at night?"
"I'm full of sleep. I slept at seven last night. I can't sleep when I wake up. Tossing in bed and tossing around will only wake you up, so I wake up," Wen Yan leaned his head on the back of the chair The soft voice softly fluttered by the sea breeze. "Wanting to watch the sunrise, I was a bit bored. When I saw wine on the bar, I brought it to drink."
The man frowned, his hand touching his finger from her wrist, and as he expected, was blown cold.
Wen Yan saw his face and explained consciously, "After drinking, I don't feel cold."
Mo Shichen took a look at her, withdrew his hand, and turned back to the living room without a word.
Ok?
She stretched her head out, tilted her body to see the figure of the man.
Mo Shichen flipped through her suitcase, took a shawl out of it, and then folded it back again, leaned over to wrap her, and then bent over, hugging her from the chair.
Wen Wei slightly sighed.
Before she could react, the man had hugged her back to the chair, and she sat on him.
I didn't feel cold just now, but now it's warm.
Wen Zheng looked down at him, holding his palm in his palm and rubbing his hands, and reminded him kindly, "I have a lot of leisure so I have time to wait for the sunrise, shouldn't you have a lot of things to deal with?"
The man faintly answered, "It's not dawn, who will do the work for me."
Is there anything in Paris that needs him to deal with? When she was in Jiangcheng before, the company and Mo Shiqian were sitting there, and now they are not there anymore.
I think so, but Wen Ye still didn't open the mouth.
She just made a long whistle, and then after a few seconds of silence for each other, she stretched out her hand to end the glass.
Mo Shichen looked down, without stopping.
Wen took a few sips, then tilted his head to look at the sky, and the light had slowly spilled out.
"You used to ... hmm."
She wanted to ask him if he had seen the sunrise during the half-year before living on the island.
But then he turned back and his lips were blocked by men.
Mo Shichen has taken the wine glass from her hand, holding her face in the other hand, prying open her lips and intruding into it. The taste buds tasted a faint taste of the wine, which made the kiss fragrant. Tired.
The kiss lasted for a long time, but it was not a kiss at the end, sometimes deep, sometimes shallow, and occasionally separated, but immediately re-attached and tried all kinds of kisses.
Sunrise needs to wait, there is no other thing to do anyway, and holding them together in this posture has a very kissing atmosphere, and the two are just like this, without a teacher, a textbook-like kiss Daquan .
Until the man was separated, the laughing voice whispered in her ear, "Mrs. It's sunrise."
Kissing for too long, she squinted her eyes, her red lips were slightly swollen, her face was pale, and she was panting lightly, staring at the handsome face near her.
The sea breeze in the morning was covered with cold temperatures, but the wine and kiss made her warm, she looked at his face, his eyes, and his own reflection in his eyes.
Mo Shichen chuckled, fingered her jaw, and turned her head around her face.
The arc of the sun wheel appeared on the sea level, very red, but there was no light.
She also lived for so many years, but she really watched the sunrise for the first time. Even though she had spent more than two months in Jiangcheng before, she had only watched the sunset and never got up early to wait for the sunrise.
The man's lips pressed against her face, his breath sprayed on her skin, and her nerves were itchy.
Wen Ye watched the sunrise.
Mo Shichen either looked down at her, or clung up to kiss her cheek, or used her fingers to remove the hair that was blown to her face by the wind.
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Looking at a sunrise wrongly, it ’s not too romantic to talk about, not to mention profound, but people ’s memories are sometimes weird. No matter how profound love or hate may fade over time, but those Understatement seems to be easy to forget, but in the future a long time later, the mind is reproduced for no reason, and every frame is clear.