Mo Yaochen didn't like the smell of thick milk. He turned his face away, "I said I don't..."

After saying something, Bei Wanxing suddenly pinched his chin, the cup in her hand tilted, and the warm thick milk flowed into his mouth. Mo Yaochen was about to get angry, but found that it was indeed very sweet...

But he didn't love this smell, not to mention that she was riding on him. Mo Yaochen's face was tense and his lips were covered with milky white. "Bao Zaoyue... take this cup away!"

Bei Wanxing ignored it and fed him a few times in this position. Mo Yaochen was more powerful than hers. Soon he pulled out his hands, and he pressed her down with his backhand, pressing her down with force!

"Be careful of the cup!"

Bei Wanxing exclaimed, Mo Yaochen's eyes were quick and fast, and he raised his hand and steadily caught the white porcelain cup. He looked at the milk in his eyes and suddenly took it over and took a sip.

Bei Wanxing was surprised why he took the initiative to drink, but Mo Yaochen put down the cup and leaned over to kiss her...

He supported her head with one hand, firmly imprisoning her. Bei Wanxing's head was pulled as soon as he turned over. Mo Yaochen's lips were pressed down immediately, and the milk pried open her lips and teeth with the unique aura of a man...

Bei Wanxing opened his eyes wide, Mo Yaochen hooked her tongue to suck, the fragrance of milk was exerted to the extreme in the two of them's mouths. He slid in from the hem of her top with one hand, grabbing the softness on the right and rubbing...

"you……"

Bei Wanxing pushed him hard, she tried to close her mouth, and the two kissed him as if they were fighting. Come and I hid, you hid, you hid and I chased him, and kissed for a long time, her nose and cheeks were covered with milk...

Mo Yaochen has never kissed a woman so arrogantly, as if she would run away in the next second without kissing her. His thin lips were hot, and he was biting on Bei Wanxing's lips, venting the things that were so hard that he could not tell whether he was longing or longing for these days...

The kiss was too urgent and accidentally choked. Mo Yaochen pulled her lips and coughed a few times. His handsome face turned red. Bei Wanxing quickly got up from under him and helped him lie down.

"You...ah...ahah..."

"Don't talk, drink some water first."

Bei Wanxing brought the milk and blew it to him. Mo Yaochen felt much better after taking a sip. He reached out and hugged her, "Come here."

Bei Wanxing avoided his hand, "You really should rest and have a few more sips of milk."

She said she wanted to feed him, but Mo Yaochen refused and kept hugging her waist. Bei Wanxing suddenly held his hand down, a little angry, "Mo Yaochen, stop making trouble!"

Mo Yaochen was stunned. Is this woman harsh?

She had grown long hair, and she actually dared to rape him!

He pursed his thin lips and was about to hold her up and force her to carry her over. Bei Wanxing looked at him with confusion, "Do you... do you really have stomachache? Why don't you look like you, you seem to be very strong."

"..." Mo Yaochen's expression froze and he returned to normal in an instant. He pressed his hand to his stomach. The kiss just now was very intense and hot. "Of course it hurts! Didn't you see that I was covered in sweat?"

"Since it hurts, don't move around. It's time to have a good rest. Why does the stomach pain have extra strength, which will aggravate?"

Bei Wanxing pressed him down, and Mo Yaochen couldn't refute it for a moment. After all, it was him who said it was the pain. It was a bit too fake now that he suddenly got better...

He lay down obediently, and Bei Wanxing covered the porcelain cup with both hands, "Fortunately it's still hot."

She put the edge of the cup to his lips, but Mo Yaochen was lying flat and could not drink it directly with the cup. Bei Wanxing looked at it, "Get up a little bit."
Chapter completed!