Chapter 117： Well, change it later, kiss for a while

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Chi Huan only glanced and said nothing, so he went upstairs to prepare to change clothes.

Before taking two steps, his arm was pulled by the man.

He clasped her arm in one hand, and the other hand had already answered the phone. His voice was always indifferent. "Full moon, do you have any trouble with me?"

Chi Huan tried a bit to get rid of himself and go upstairs, but failed, and finally sat down on the sofa behind him.

"I heard my parents ..." Liang Manyue hesitated there for a few seconds, and still asked, "You used to pay for our living expenses every month ..."

For a moment, "What's wrong?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't know before, if I knew, I wouldn't let my parents take it ..."

Mo Shiqian interrupted her in a wave of emotion, "It is a thing of the past."

Liang Manyue was there, holding the phone with his fingers, biting his lip, "You have no obligation to pay my parents the living expenses, the money ... I will give it back to you."

The man said lightly, "If you want to pay it back, there is no need to pay it back."

Although the money is not a huge sum, but accumulated over the years, it is also a large number. If she wants to pay it herself, she does not know when it will be.

"Are you ... okay with her?"

Mo Shi modestly looked at the woman who was sitting on the sofa and looked at her hand wrapped in cripples, and a faint smile appeared on her lips, "Well."

"Then I won't bother."

"OK, bye."

Hanging up the phone, the mobile phone was still on the coffee table, then looked down at the little woman who pouted and looked at her, her eyebrows raised slightly, "She called me, are you jealous?" "Who is jealous? I'm going to change clothes. What are you dragging me to do?"

The man seemed to smile, "Changing clothes?"

Chi Huan hadn't responded yet because of his playful expression, until she went upstairs, he followed upstairs.

"The cloakroom is on the left-hand side of the bedroom."

"Oh."

Chi Huan went in and was about to close the door, but found that the man followed her.

"……what are you doing?"

"Aren't you changing?"

"Then don't you go out yet?"

The man's thin lips pursed a little with a bit of wickedness, and his eyes fell on her sister-in-law's hand. "You hand, can you change clothes?"

Chi Huan, "..."

Then she realized the problem.

Her cheeks instantly became hot, and she immediately pulled her face. "I won't change it."

He said he was walking outside the door.

With a light and heavy noise, the door was closed first by the man's long arm.

The cloakroom is not that big, but with a man and a woman in it, it is inexplicably narrow.

Chi Huan looked at him with an inexplicable panic, as if his heartbeat was speeding up and out of control, "I said I don't want to change."

The man pointed his chin, revealing some leisurely idleness, "choose what you want to wear."

"I do not……"

"Are you not going to take a shower at night?"

At one-and-a-half hours, her hand won't touch the water at all. Even if she doesn't take a bath for a day, ten days and a half months, that's impossible.

"You ... didn't you hire a maid, I'll just let my aunt wash me."

When she said this, she hesitated and asked her unfamiliar aunt to wash her ... It was better to let Mo Shiqian wash her, anyway, she had been seen and touched by him anyway.

She didn't like strangers touching her, so she got used to Mo Shiqian.

The man walked towards her and said lightly, "I don't allow others to touch you. Men can't, women can't."

As he walked forward, Chi Huan could not help retreating involuntarily.

I always feel that this man looks impassive, but from his bones and blood, he exudes a strong aggression, which is palpitating and trembling.

There wasn't much space, and she drew back to the closet without a return.

Mo Shiqian stopped in front of her, holding her hands behind her, trapped her petite figure in a narrow pattern, and looked down at her with amusement. "You are here, are you afraid of me?"

Chi Huan leaned against the closet and stood straight, stiff, "No."

Afraid, what is he afraid of?

Although he was so mysterious, the force was nowhere to be heard, but nowhere else, but Chi Huan felt that she had no reason to fear him.

The man bowed his head and leaned towards her.

The clear smell of sweet smell followed her sense of smell, and she had some hope of breathing difficulties, "No ... not to change clothes, what are you ...?"

Her long, sharp-knuckle fingers lifted her jaw, and a mumbled whisper, "Well, change later, kiss for a while."

The voice dropped, and the lips fell down.

Chi Huan pushed him symbolically, and he usually could not push it, not to mention that his hands were wrapped into mules.

Lips and teeth are intertwined, kiss and kiss and forget.

In the process, she was hugged by the man to a slightly higher place, and then she unconsciously wrapped around his neck and never loosened it again.

After a long deep kiss, Chi Huan's face was painted more and more charming with red fluttering colors.

Mo Shiqian kissed her cheek with a peck, and seduced her silently, "Chi Huan, do it once here?"

Chi Huan, "..."

She snorted at the bottom of her heart, calling Liang Manyue a full moon. She wanted to go to bed with her with her last name.

"No, I'm starving."

He stared at her with no eyes, and rested his hands on her back.

Chi Huan was panicked at him, "Mo Shiqian."

"Ok?"

She pursed her lips, with a half coquettish tone, "I want to change clothes, you hold me down."

The man looked at her face under her long hair, and smiled a little at her lips, still reaching out and hugging her.

"I like the loose point at home. You give me that goose yellow sweater."

Mo Shiqian said quietly, and took out the sweater for her.

"Raise your hand."

The coat she wore inside was a black turtleneck sweater. She didn't really like the turtleneck, but felt that her neck was not free, so she wore it for beauty.

Chi Huan looked at him with a pinch. "You ... close your eyes."

Because the sweater was soft and not tied, she had no primer inside, only bra.

Mo Shiqian leaned halfway on the closet, a little lazy, "not closed."

Chi Huan, "..."

She glared at him, but unfortunately the man remained indifferent.

She froze for a while, but she raised her arms.

Although she had been naked for a long time, she still felt different from **** in front of him, but if she was deadlocked over such a problem, she would seem to be more arrogant.

Mo Shiqian came over and pulled her sweater up from below.

Chi Huan was shy in the end and turned his back to him.

After removing the sweater, below is the woman's fair and delicate skin, and the black bra with more complexion. The seaweed-like hair falls on the white jade shoulder, covering most of the beautiful back.

Picturesque.

The man's throat rolled and his dark, dark eyes stared at her side face, and she could clearly see each of the thin, curly eyelashes with a pure outline.