Xi Jinhan's head deliberately deviated.

sexy-sensual Dan lips, and directly touched Mo Qian's jade neck.

Mo Qian's body was stunned, her porcelain-white face was slightly red, and her heartbeat was constantly accelerating.

Knowing that Xi Jinhan was just drunk now, Mo Qian stretched out her arm and tried to push him away.

Xi Jinhan's heart ached by her movements.

Reaching out and grabbing Mo Qian's hand directly, pressing it on the bed, Xi Jinhan raised his head, his long and narrow beautiful eyes looked at a delicate and charming face that was white and red, and said, "What do you want to do?" ”

Mosie paused, almost thinking he was sober.

He looked up and squinted, "You're drunk, I just want to send you back to your room." ”

Xi Jin was cold in his heart, and the only trace of temperature left was gone.

Mo Qian tilted her head slightly, and saw a face as beautiful as cold jade, cold and pale to the extreme.

Her heart tugged slightly, she didn't know how much hatred she had left him.

Xi Jinhan saw a trace of emotion on Mo Qian's face as a sense of alienation, and grabbed her wrist, and as soon as he pressed his body, he directly sealed Mo Qian's lips.

Rough, ravaged, action, without a bit of tenderness.

Four years ago, you weren't a little moved?

Xi Jinhan scratched Moqian's wrist, tightening and tightening, reminding her of his existence.

"Hmm." Mossy's lips were sealed, and she whispered to suppress the pain.

Xi Jin's body was stunned, and his desire and hatred were poured to the extreme by Mo Qian.

The strength of his hands is not loose, and his movements become more domineering.

Since there is no him in my heart.

He used his body to make her remember him, whose woman she really was.

Mossi was tormented by pain and heat.

Xi Jin's cold kiss suddenly swam to Moqian's collarbone down.

Mo Qian glanced at her wrist, and said in a low voice with pain: "Xi Jinhan, don't you hate me?" ”

Xi Jin was stunned.

Want - her heart, far more than physically.

Pulling Mo Qian's wrist, Xi Jinhan looked at her with disdain and stood directly by the bed.

His whole person was still shrouded in drunkenness, but it seemed that even alcohol couldn't anesthetize his hatred.

The deep and cold eyes didn't give Moqian a trace of warmth.

Mo Qian rubbed her wrist and looked at Xi Jinhan, who was drunk and cold, as if the person who had just left a mark on her body was not him.

His eyes were full of disgust.

Presumably he didn't want anything at all, just revenge.

Xi Jin sat up with a cold glance, rubbed her wrist like a relieved Mo Qian, and immediately said in a cold voice: "Mo Qian, who do you want to defend for like jade, don't forget, who is your first man." ”

She gave it to him for the first time.

Didn't he leave a place in her heart?

Without giving Mo Qian a chance to reply, Xi Jin's cold and narrow beautiful eyes once again disdainfully warned Mo Qian: "You are now living in Liuxi Yujing, you are my Xi Jinhan's woman, don't forget to give me peace and guard yourself." ”

When the words fell, Xi Jinhan turned around and left, his body still swaying slightly, as if he was drunk and didn't understand.

Mossi sat on the bed, looked at the drunken back, and narrowed her eyes.

When I asked him about the hatred in his heart, he didn't even touch it.

Moxie's heart was tugged at.

There was a "bang" and the door was closed by gravity.

Moxie's heart sank, and she collapsed on the bed, shielding her eyes with her arms.

Breathe in the air lightly, the smell of his body.

In the bitterness, there is a sweet feeling and a helpless feeling.

Thinking about it, Xi Jinhan's last words, Mo Qian covered her eyes with her arms and hooked the corners of her lips.

Even the pain in the wrist has decreased a lot.