Chapter 450： Figured out? Ready to be my lover obediently?

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Chi Huan took the quilt up for a while and the man didn't move.

She felt boring and boring, but withdrew.

After a few seconds, he didn't see him pull the quilt off.

When Chi Huan saw him feign death, he said, "Hey."

The man still didn't respond.

She wished to kick him directly, but unfortunately he was lying on the bed, she was inconvenienced.

She poked her lips and looked at the motionless man, "You're not going to die."

Still not moving.

She snorted, "It's best to kill you like this."

no response.

Chi Huan had a weird thought, if she really smothered the man--

Well, the male lead died and the female lead was sentenced to life imprisonment.

She still stretched out her hand to open the quilt, and was about to retract her hand, and was dragged by the man who suddenly opened her eyes. He pulled her towards herself, and then she fell on him.

"Well……"

Her head was clasped, and she put it on her lips "actively".

Asshole.

After a long deep kiss, the man pressed her red lips and asked with a dull voice, "What to eat at night, Huanhuan."

"No food, starve you."

She put the quilt on his head again, pulled out the pillow and smashed it a few times, "Give me your underwear, and then you'll take my **** to you all in the address book People post. "

She went out after that.

…………

After about half an hour, the sky outside was completely dark, and the bedroom was not turned on. It soon became dark.

This woman really intends to starve him and let him survive?

Mo Shiqian reached out and turned on the bedside lamp, and slowly sat up.

The soreness in the waist has not been relieved, and it hurts a lot when moved.

Putting on his underwear and trousers, he went out naked.

After walking to the living room, there was a strong fragrance.

It's not hard to tell that this is the smell from the kitchen.

She ... is cooking?

Chi Huan was taking a spoonful of soup, blowing his head down, and waiting for the heat to dissipate before sending it to his lips.

Her wrist was held by a hand that stretched from behind, and then sent in the other direction.

Mo Shiqian shook Chi Huan's hand and fed the soup to his mouth.

The taste buds on the tip of the tongue are drowned by the taste of the soup.

Her back rested on his red fruit chest. The posture was so close that the atmosphere was intertwined. Chi Huan turned to look at the man's perfectly curved jaw.

He was sticking out the tip of his tongue and licking his lips, **** and sultry.

Mo Shiqian looked down at her, his lips spitting down, "When did you learn?"

"When bored."

The man's head was lowered a bit, and his thin lips were almost against her ears, and he asked dumbly, "Did you make the meal at the table last night?"

Chi Huan felt his ears were paralyzed, retracted the spoon and pushed his head away. "Aren't you in pain?"

He looked down at her like bleeding ears and blew it on purpose, "hungry."

She reached out to turn off the fire, and said while serving the soup, "Then you can go to the restaurant and sit, and you can eat later."

Mo Shiqian bowed her head and looked at her white side face, her pupils shrinking.

Halfway, the man's hand was still resting on her waist, and he didn't speak or move.

Chi Huan looked back at him, "What are you still doing?"

Mo Shiqian put away his stance, and said slowly, "What's wrong with you?"

She wondered, "What happened to me?"

The man's dark eyes were staring at her face momentarily, but the tone of voice was already very thin, thin and sparse, "How to be good."

Chi Huan yanked her pale red lips, "Am I getting better?"

He smiled lowly. "Buy me medicine, take me home, blow me hair, apply me medicine, pinch my waist. Now, I even make meals for me ... when you say you love me And not so good to me. "

Known as the two words, how could they have some mockery.

He squeezed her chin with his fingers and raised her face a bit higher, as if this could see her more clearly. "I hit your boyfriend and almost beat him, you So to me ... isn't I so sorry for him? Or ...

The ending of the man became a lot, mixed with a low, unknown smile, "I figured it out, ready to be my lover obediently?"

Chi Huan looked at him and smiled. "Why don't you think about it? I might poison you?"

Mo Shiqian patted her face gently, "So stupid, you won't."

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at night.

Mo Shiqian sleeps on Chi Huan's bed, and Chi Huan sleeps on the sofa.

The lights went out, and both looked at the dark ceiling with their eyes open.

Clear consciousness, no sleepiness.

In late summer and early autumn, and late at night, moonlight poured into the house, quiet, cool, beautiful, and inexplicably sad.

Chi Huan didn't change her pajamas. She wore a beige, thin, soft sweater, curled up on the sofa like a cat, her head resting on a teddy bear, and she rolled over, curling up the sleeve of her left hand.

A little bit above her wrist, wrapped in a white bandage, her right hand was thinly stroked.

Suddenly, he choked heavily.

A tinge of pain hit her nerves sharply and densely, and the white bandages shed a little blood.

She breathed slowly.

The sound of light footsteps sounded, the night was too quiet, Chi Huan was awake again, and she heard the slightest movements. She immediately conditionedly put down her hand, pulled the sweater down, and closed her eyes.

Mo Shiqian was wearing pajamas bought by Chi Huan.

He was standing by the sofa, and under the influence of the moonlight, his original tall figure was pulled into many again, standing silently even if there was a ghostly illusion.

If Chi Huan suddenly wakes up, Leng Buding looks at such a shadow standing next to him, he will probably be scared and screamed.

He leaned over and hugged her.

There are blunt pains on the lower side, deepened and elongated.

He hugged her expressionlessly and walked into the bedroom. The disobedient woman had to sleep on the sofa, alive or dead, which caused him to aggravate his waist injury in the middle of the night.

He didn't even know what she was thinking.

Didn't she hate him? She refused to sleep with him after he compromised to sleep on the sofa, and she refused.

"You have too long hands, too long feet, too long people, my sofa can't fit you, just fit me."

Doesn't he know that she would come to sleep alone and sleep in an extra-large double bed, would she not get used to it in such a small sofa?

Mo Shiqian usually hugged her as easily as a kitten, and now she is holding an adult woman who is petite and thin, with a waist injury, just like holding a jack.

When Chi Huan was put on the bed, he faintly heard the low, short voice overflowing from the man's throat.