"Where are I rogue!"

"Isn't it a hooligan to lift men's clothes casually? What if you do this on the street, you will lift them when you see someone?"

"You..." Bei Wanxing was speechless, and she held his hand with her backhand, "You have fallen and you won't let me see it. If it's swollen, how can you go to work?"

"I will declare the company bankrupt tomorrow!"

“…”

Bei Wanxing simply ignored him, and she went to lift his vest, and Mo Yaochen pushed her away, "Bao Zaoyue, if you dare to lift one, try..."

Before he finished speaking, Bei Wanxing suddenly raised his legs and stepped on her. She supported half of her body and sat directly on his legs...

She pressed his upper body on the sofa cushion. Mo Yaochen was not noticed and she pressed him halfway over. Bei Wanxingren was very thin. She pressed one of his arms and successfully lifted his vest...

There is a red and swollen piece on the waist, neither big nor small.

Bei Wanxing frowned, and she pressed her finger lightly, "Does it hurt?"

"Bao Zaoyue, get up quickly, you're dead!" Mo Yaochen glared at her with a black eye. He was afraid that she would fall when she got up. He had a cold face, "I'm pressed to be mentally retarded by you if I'm fine!"

"I'll get you a towel, you lie down and don't move around."

Bei Wanxing got off him and before he could turn around, his wrist was grabbed, "Where are you going to get a towel?"

"A room."

"Aren't you afraid?!"

"I'm afraid there's nothing I can do. Your waist is swollen... It's okay, I gritted my teeth and opened the door."

Bei Wanxing looked like a hero who was going to die, but Mo Yaochen felt warm when he heard it. He tried a little force and pulled her to him and sat.

Bei Wanxing was shocked, "It will press on your waist..."

"It's okay, if you endure it, it won't hurt."

Mo Yaochen surrounded her waist with his arms around her waist, and there was a little pain on his waist. He hugged her and lay down on his side. The sofa was very big, and the two of them were more than enough to lie down.

Bei Wanxing moved his head, Mo Yaochen stretched out his arm, "Pillow."

"Need not……"

"Then cut off your head!"

“…”

Bei Wanxing had to put his head on his arm, which was much more comfortable. She lay facing him, "Will your hands be sore like this?"

"Do you keep holding on until you are sore."

“…”

He obviously suppressed her...

Bei Wanxing's face was a little red. He was still embarrassed to say this at such a close distance. Mo Yaochen slid his hand down from her waist, and she hurriedly held it down, "You forgot your waist..."

"Then you help me rub it!"

"good."

Bei Wanxing reached out and rubbed his waist gently with his palm. Mo Yaochen lifted her bathrobe and slid up from her thighs...

"Don't..."

"I don't do it, I just want to touch you."

“…”

Bei Wanxing didn't say anything, Mo Yaochen was cruising all over her body, he leaned over and kissed her lips with thin lips...

Maybe it was the atmosphere, or maybe it was the inner persuasion, Bei Wanxing did not push him away or resist. She closed her eyes and let him kiss her deeply...

Mo Yaochen knew that she was tired tonight and had done it three times in the bedroom. She wouldn't be able to stand it. He didn't have any other moves, but just kept kissing her.

Bei Wanxing leaned in his arms and fell asleep not long after.

A faint moonlight sprinkled in from outside the window and fell all over the ground...

Mo Yaochen stared at her sleeping face with a layer of silver. The corners of his mouth curled gently and a gentle kiss fell on her forehead, "Bao Zaoyue, good night."
Chapter completed!