(Cat pounces Chinese Luo Xi still didn't look at him, staring at his fingers spread on his legs, a little confused.

Living with an unreasonable man is nothing short of torture.

Jing Mohao took out a momentary glance at Jian Qing who was standing next to him, "Don't leave yet?" ”

"Then I'm really leaving, you stay with her more."

"Who am I not with my woman?"

“……”

Get! Count him nosy.

Hearing the sound of Jian Qing closing the door from the outside, Luo Xi's whole person fell back into the gray and black octave space.

The spring outside is so bright and vibrant, but it can't warm my heart.

She looked coldly at the cold-faced man next to her, and was silent.

Jing Mohao didn't say much, lay beside her, wrapped her in his arms, and thought deeply.

Luo Xi listened to the steady heartbeat in his chest, and the faint beating of his own pulse rose and fell, intertwined harmoniously, like a lamentable music.

Even if he were willing to say sorry now, they would never go back to the way they were.

Time is so cruel that you can't find a reason to forgive you if you want to go back in time.

She likes to be alone, she just doesn't want to be disappointed...

Jing Mohao didn't do anything, didn't cover the quilt, didn't chat, and didn't do anything bad.

The two of them were silent in the midst of each other's breath.

The atmosphere was strange and unchangeable.

Luo Xi couldn't breathe under his strong manly breath, and couldn't resist the urge to dodge, so he rolled over in his arms and turned his back to him.

But the movement of turning was too restrained, the corners of the nightdress hung on the buttons on the man's chest, and the smooth shoulders were exposed under the man's eyes.

Jing Mohao's eyes darkened, and he kissed the smooth, arms around the woman's slender waist, and rubbed her into her body.

Luo Xi frowned, snorted softly, and pulled his body to avoid his lips.

Jing Mohao immediately sobered up, stopped the next action that could not help but happen, lightly hooked the corner of her clothes hanging on her body, covered the seductive fragrant shoulder, and said in a deep voice, "Luoxi, if you don't want me to mess with you, you'd better not move." ”

Luo Xi pillowed on his arm under his head, no longer moving, turned his back to him, and closed his eyes slightly.

Suddenly, the lower abdomen was empty, and a "grunt" sound came faintly from the bed, which was captured by the man's sensitive ears.

Jing Mohao gently hooked the corners of his lips, "Hungry?" ”

Luo Xi closed his eyes tightly, pretending to be asleep, and refused to make a sound.

The only moment she could build up her self-esteem was when her stomach was so weak.

Luo Xi held on to the empty stomach, and couldn't stop calling and wailing in his abdomen, but he didn't want to talk to him a word.

The man's palm ran into the hem of her skirt, and the dry, warm palm pressed against her sunken belly, and the bottom of her heart was clear.

He dropped a kiss on the woman's stubborn face, stared at her long eyelashes that trembled slightly, and whispered, "What do you want to eat?" ”

"You don't have to." Luo Xi threw him a word of despair, and buried his face in the pillow, not wanting to be stared at by him like this.

Jing Mohao snorted lightly, leaving a tenderness on her dodgy face again, pulled out his arm from under her, pulled her quilt corners, and got out of bed and walked out.

Luo Xi listened to the man's footsteps and walked away step by step outside the door, looking puzzled.

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