The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 108, you are destined to be Mrs.

Suddenly he came over to kiss her, and the season was almost unable to stand.

The man's breath is cold and persistent, with his own unique temperature.

The space in the bathroom is small, the temperature is climbing, the heat is rising, and the sound of the water is constantly flowing in the faucet.

The warm hands of the season are still stained with the foam of the facial cleanser. I dare not push him. Her body has no focus. The sound of the water is in her ear, disturbing her mind.

She suddenly wanted to reach out and turn off the faucet. As soon as she had an action, Mo Jing Shen lowered her head and continued to kiss her.

The warming instinct of the season is slightly struggling: "What do you want...

He smirked and whispered in her ear: "What do you hide? Wear it like this, what do you want? You can't do it?"

The warmth of the season while hiding a whispered explanation: "I can't wear the clothes last night, don't wear you, can I still..."

Ink deep smiled, a pair of eyes dark and deep: "There is no outsider here, the heating in the air conditioner is also very good, you can choose not to wear."

The season warmly glanced at him directly: "I am not a madman. Besides, I just want to wash my face and I don't think about it..."

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For a while in the bathroom, he smiled low: "Go out?"

Seasonal warmth: "Can you..."

"No." "Ink's deep mouth and micro-hook, just hugged her and went out."

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Near the afternoon, the warm season can finally get up and eat, and Mo Jingshen is still considerate to push the dining car that the hotel waiter brought to her bed.

"No matter what happens in the future, remember to ask me clearly before, don't think about it again, remember it?" Mo Jingshen handed the tableware to her, but the eyes were serious as if the stinky man in the morning was not him.

The season warmed the sweet and delicious mushroom, and raised his eyes and said: "I didn't figure out the situation yesterday, I am not right, but you always have to wake up with me beforehand, otherwise it is impossible to accept any woman. ""

Ink-eye deep eyebrows rose: "Is there any strength to discuss right or wrong with me?"

Seasonal warmth: "No effort!"

He laughed, but he didn't tease her any more, let her have a good heart to eat.

Until the season is full, the voice of Mo Jingshen is slow and sound, faint: "Remember what you promised me last night?"

"Well? What did I promise?" The season warm does not remember what he promised, and he raised his eyes in a strange way.

Ink deep view of the line sinks, eyes cold and cold: "After promised no longer see Sheng Yi Han, you are selective amnesia?"

She paused for a moment and asked directly: "Do you know a lot about me? For example, before we got married, even a few years earlier..."

Ink Jing Shen did not answer, and her eyes were also stunned, and people could not understand.

After a moment, he raised his hand and pinched on her face: "I have to do what I promised, huh?"

"I can do this, but you haven't answered me yet. Do you really know a lot of things I used to do? In my impression, I didn't have much contact with the Mohist and you before I got married. When you mention the matter about Sheng Yi Han, you will automatically ignore it. Later, you accidentally did not mention it. But last night, you are clearly telling me about the past..."

Mo Jingshen’s hand stopped on her lips, warm fingers twirled on her lips, and slowly said: “These are not important, you just remember, you are Mrs. Mo.”

The warmth of the season is shrinking because of the temperature on the lips: "What is your answer?"

"The answer is..." Mo Jingshen leaned down, and his deep, deep eyes looked into her eyes: "You are destined to be Mrs. Mo."

(End of this chapter)