Tong jiumo got up from the sofa, and when passing by, he accidentally kicked his foot, suddenly unable to defend himself, and fell down directly.

Mo Qi Jue's eyes were quick, he got up from the sofa and put his arm around her slender waist, and then both fell to the ground.

At the moment of falling down, the seven Marquises of Mo held her up, and he put his arms around her and fell on the ground.

Tong jiumo sticks the whole person on his body.

The ear was close to his strong chest muscles and felt him fall to the ground.

It must have hurt.

Twice in a row.

Tong jiumo thinks of it, and his deep voice comes from his head, "Mo Mo, don't move, twist to the waist..."

Child nine Mo smell speech, the action that rises a meal, Leng is dare not move disorderly.

She raised her eyes slightly, looking at his pale face, he seemed to be holding back the pain.

She asked cautiously, "Mo Qi Jue, are you ok?"

It's twisted to my waist. It's big or small!

But the only thing to be sure of was that he had a waist problem, and she felt as if she had been pardoned.

Mo seven Jue open eyes, looking at lying on his body dare not move the little sweet wife, he saw her lips if there is no trace of smile mark.

He turned over, pressed her under the body, slender fingers holding her jaw, eyes deep coagulation her, "husband twisted to the waist, you are so happy, I can't touch you?"

Tong jiumo's face turned white with fright, and he looked at him in a panic, "didn't you twist your waist..."

Where can the strength turn over and press her?

"Well, it's twisted, but it's OK to have a wonderful Spring Festival Gala on your wedding night." Mo Qi Jue said, bending down to kiss her lips.

It's not so much a kiss as a bite.

"You..."

Tong jiumo was angry and anxious.

This man, like a hungry wolf waiting for an opportunity for a long time, coveted her.

Mo Qijue was only limited to kissing her. He did not dare to go deep. He was afraid that she was not ready for the first day of marriage. If he was too anxious, he would frighten away the little sweet wife who had not easily got married. He was really not worth the loss.

He put his hands on both sides of her body, looked at her bitterly and asked, "wife, we are legal husband and wife, can't I exercise the legitimate rights and interests of my husband?"

What's the difference between being a monk?

Tong jiumo looked at him, his eyes began to twinkle, "can't..."

"Well?" Mo seven Jue brow pressed down, face also gradually cold, deeply coagulate her.

Tong jiumo raised his lips and said, "I Not ready yet! "

"I did it before marriage. Why are you not ready after marriage? My wife Mo Qi Jue raised his hand and gently touched her head.

He looked up at her for a moment, his hand shrinking.

Mo seven Jue sees this, in the heart a burst of bitter smile.

Her evasion, more or less, hurt his heart.

"You You... "

Tong jiumo also began to look for words, really can't think of anything. Looking at his beautiful face full of emotion and desire, she said, "you Too big I can't stand it! And I'm so tired today, I'm going to take a bath and go to bed! "

Tong jiumo said, regardless of Mo seven Jue willing or not, push him to get up from the ground.

What the hell did she say?

I can't be happy to hear the seven Marquises.

Is that his sweet wife?

He also stood up, took her wrist and asked with a dumb smile, "is it really big?"

Brush your face with black lines.

And it's getting hotter

Dig your own hole, jump!

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