Chapter 169： I taste it, is it delicious or tasteless?

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Chi Huan looked at him, "..."

She also accepted this explanation, after all she knew a little about his way of thinking.

She was in a better mood, still a bit subtle and sweet, but still couldn't help muttering, "Things like gifts are first seen by the person who gave the gift, and then by the gift itself."

Mo Shiqian raised an eyebrow. "Can your women's aesthetics and preferences be subjectively transferred?"

"Yes."

He just wanted to pick one she liked, so he asked Song Ye specially, because Song Ye is also a Miss Qianjin of the big family, and a woman, it is easier to choose what she likes.

But she thinks who chooses it is more important.

wonderful.

There was a faint smile in his eyes, and he looked at her cheeked cheeks. It looked very soft. He lowered his head and kissed him, and said dumbly, "Okay, I'll pick it next time."

Kissing him, his hands are out of order.

Chi Huan didn't stop his hand from reaching into his robe, and wrapped his hand around his neck, said softly, "Don't ask other women how to please me, just ask me."

Her man, she taught it herself.

She thought ... well, he might have some help.

Mo Shiqian stared dumbly at her crimson face.

His eyes were too dark and hot, Chi Huan looked at the panic in her heart, like beating a drum, and she raised her mouth to complain, "I've burned my hands to cook for you, but you didn't eat a bite. "

As she spoke, she showed off her fingers.

The cut was covered with a band-aid, and the burn was applied with the ointment you bought before.

Mo Shiqian looked at her, and then looked at her fingers, her eyebrows frowned, held her fingers, kissed her on the lips, and asked lowly, "How do you want to compensate?"

Chi Huan just felt that his fingers were softened by his kisses and pursed his lips. "Then you will come back early tomorrow and make me a table dish and make it by myself."

Since moving here, he has never cooked again.

"it is good."

"have time?"

"Have."

She glanced at him and said, "Who knows if you'll be in trouble again, anyway, you promised me, if you miss the appointment, you'll double it."

He smiled, "OK."

Chi Huan thought for a while, squinting his eyes, and said, "And, do n’t you tell that manager Song that you are going to come back and cook for me ... Well, do n’t tell her about us, if she wants to ask you Just say I'm busy, still mad at you, and don't want to care about you ... so are other women. "

Mo Shiqian raised his eyebrows, his voice was smiling, and he said lowly, "Okay, listen to you."

He rarely mentioned his private affairs to others, but this time it was only because of the gift, that he only mentioned it to Song Ye.

Chi Huan was satisfied, holding his neck and yawning, "OK, go back to sleep."

"It's fine here, too."

She was a little sleepy and didn't respond for a while. "What's good?"

The man's arms circled her waist, leaned down against her ears, kissed them for a while and then covered them, "Changing places."

Chi Huan, "..."

Her hand rested on his chest. "It's late now, I'm so sleepy."

"I want to," he said plainly, straightforwardly, like a request and an order, with a bewildering taste, his voice was getting lower and hoarse, "Give me, you have been resting for a long time ,Ok?"

How can there be a long time, just a few nights.

But it hasn't been so long ... Hehe.

She pursed her lips. "Who told you not to go back to bed earlier, you don't read books, and you're all done now."

Just because he said he had no food to eat, he was so angry.

Mo Shiqian, "..."

She was so disgusted with him at the time, so he could do it?

Even if he did, maybe he hated him even more.

Thinking of this, another layer of haze fell on his mind, and some restrained irritability. Although she came to him and seemed to still love him, it still could not completely relieve the gloom.

With this secret emotion, the man's kisses and movements are inevitably a little eager and rude, all venting on the invasion of her.

Although his usual style is not gentle, Chi Huan still can't help but, "Mo Shiqian ... you lightly."

He kissed her, bowing his head, vaguely, but showing no signs of slowing down.

She said, "Go back to the bedroom ..."

He wrapped her kiss and laughed mutely. "Isn't it nice that you were in the study last time, eh?"

Chi Huan, "..."

She bit her lip and stared at him with a half-coquettish tone. "But the desk is cold and hard ... it's cold now, I don't like it."

Perhaps she hadn't spoiled him like this for a long time, Mo Shiqian's hair was so soft, but the desire that had just risen immediately flourished to the extreme, hard and painful.

When Chi Huan saw his extremely dark eyes, he stared at her like a beast.

And it's a beast ready to go.

He held her jaw deeper and kissed deeper. After all the oxygen had been taken away by him, he heard in a hazy voice a low, hoarse voice in her ear, "Then you sit on me, don't It's not cold anymore. "

It is true that there is no closeness for a short time, so that Chi Huan feels strange and irritating, not to mention such a place, such a posture ...

Mo Shi was hungry for a long time, apparently could not feed him once,

Chi Huan was hugged back to the bedroom by his arms. Looking at his appearance, he knew that he still wanted to come back again, and hurriedly crawled backwards. As a result, he met his somber eyes. Take a break ... take a break ... "

Before he could finish speaking, he clasped his slender ankle and dragged it back. Before she could react, she bullied her.

He clasped her slap face, her hair was messy, her face blushed, and she was as charming as dripping water, and her groaning groaned red lips intermittently, like enjoyment, as if tortured with pain, her fingers pinching Under the sheets.

The man leaned down and kissed her sweaty face, bumped harder than before, her voice was tight, calm, hoarse, and blurred because her thin lips were against her skin. "Cozy?"

"Um ... uh."

She couldn't really tell what he was talking about.

"Is it tasteful or tasteless, eh?"

He hit hard, Chi Huan's head was a little white, he didn't know what he was talking about, and couldn't answer his question.

Mo Shiqian was patient and asked hoarsely again, "I ask you, if I taste it, is it delicious or tasteless."

Maybe he asked it twice, and she roughly pieced together his question.

Opening his eyes slightly, he looked at the handsome face above with some blurry eyes. His eyes still looked like the deep sea, but not as calm as before, but the waves were very strong.

When she stared at her, she didn't even blink.