Cold Moon, who woke up in the silence and darkness before dawn, opened her eyes.

The moon had long since set, and even the stars seemed to have given up their efforts to twinkle.

The darkness outside the floor-to-ceiling windows seemed to fade faster than at any other time of the night, the last moments before announcing that the first rays of the sun had dispelled it.

She was still very sleepy, and the night she was trapped in Mo Qingcheng's arms had exhausted her strength.

He seduces and dominates all her responses, as if her body is not hers anymore. He seduced her past the fear of the unknown and the fear of pain, and finally her body arched longingly to meet the entry of his possession.

At that moment, she seemed to have lost her mind, and completely entered a new world, opened up another world of senses, and responded without shame.

Mo Qingcheng lay quietly beside her, breathing steadily. One arm curled up behind her head, the other heavily hooked around her waist. The temperature of his body enveloped her, driving away the cold of the night.

The strange presence of him beside her made her breathe.

Suddenly waking up with one more person by your side can be very difficult to get used to.

This is his husband who will build a whole new family with her, giving her a warm and secure family.

The man who conceived children with her and took care of them as they grew up.

It seems to really feel good.

Staring deeply at a man's face, watching the blue beard stubble emerge more, he faced her sideways, his facial features were more relaxed because of sleeping, softening those stern edges and corners, becoming much more childish, the closed eyelids blocked the original sharp eyes, and the whole person was as innocent and serene as a child.

The corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl.

This kind of morning seems to be a completely different experience, and it will be the beginning of every morning in the future, and waking up with each other is also a new beginning for her.

His breathing suddenly began to be uneven, his eyelids began to fanade, and all the signs indicated that the man was about to wake up.

She hurriedly closed her eyes, curled up her arms slightly to cover her forehead, and pretended to be asleep.

Because she didn't know what kind of attitude she should use to communicate with him.

It's a casual hello, a good morning, and a free and easy look like a woman.

Still shyly avoided her gaze, and hurriedly got dressed and got out of bed, but unfortunately this is not a plan that she can rehearse, where is there a real rehearsal for the two of them.

So being an ostrich is also a good choice.

I only hope that Mo Qingcheng will get up and leave, which will leave her time to tidy up and freshen up, maybe she will be able to figure out how to face it.

Unfortunately, things often don't go in all the directions you expected, and she feels a quiet silence that seems to be all gone.

There is no such thing as the best arrangement.

There is only restless waiting.

Then things went off the rails completely, and his breath suddenly ruffled the strands of hair on top of her head, and then an arm was gently raised, covered with hot small kisses, and the whole hot body, and the languid, bewildered swaying made her have to open her eyes.

"Finally woke up! My little liar! ”

At this moment, there was a wild and untamed and terrifying glint in his eyes, and his muscles were instinctively tense, as if he was about to attack.

And she was well aware that she was the prey that was about to be tamed.

"You're pretending to be asleep!"

It dawned on her that this realization was obviously a beat slower.

He ate and chuckled, and his voice was amused by her pleasure.

"I woke up when you stared at me uncontrollably, but I was too embarrassed to interrupt your enjoyment when I saw my wife so infatuated with my face. Now it's time for me to enjoy my rights and see how beautiful you are! Good morning, Mrs. Mo! ”

Hands into her silky hair, massaging the roots of her hair, but the breath of her lips was close at hand.

It couldn't have been just a good morning kiss.

But she grabbed him by the neck in confusion, leaned over to meet his thin lips, and blew like a landau.

"Good morning, Mr. Mo!"

He squinted quietly, content with what she wanted.

The breaths of the two men were already intertwined, and she gently pecked and kissed his thin lips, and the tip of her tongue tried to touch his, but his eyes gradually deepened, and he grabbed her by the neck, and took the lead wildly.

It all seemed to fall into place, and she was once again in control of the vertigo she had from last night, and she was dumbfounded by the man's willingness to do whatever he wanted.

Fireworks, dazzling, tidal.

All is calm.

She lay in his arms, squinting slightly in exhaustion.

His palms were still stroking and rubbing along the curves behind her.

"What is this island called?"

Her voice was sensual and languid, husky and charming.

It was also the pleading and begging for mercy that overflowed from this little mouth just now, groaning.

"It's my gift to you, and it's up to you to name it."

Mo Qingcheng continued to soothe the delicate body under him with fiery kisses.

He knew that he had exhausted her, and that his intemperance had made her experience it for the first time was physically exhausted.

Now is not the best time for him to make a mess.

Qi Hanyue opened her eyes and turned over to face him.

Doubt, surprise, puzzlement.

Mo Qingcheng's eyes were gentle, exuding a bit of the ruffian of a mature man.

On the contrary, it is more charming.

"How?"

His woman's keen instincts often amazed him.

"Mr. Mo, do you need to explain anything to me!"

Qi Hanyue smiled, and the curved arc of the corners of her mouth was so beautiful that her blood was pumping.

"What?"..

Mo Qingcheng smiled dryly, turned around and got out of bed, and pulled a pair of shorts over it.

Stand in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows and watch the morning light gradually rise.

She also wanted to get out of bed, but unfortunately everything was rushed last night and didn't give her any time.

The clothes were still in the box, and now she was covered in red fruits.

Pull up the sheet and wrap it around your body.

"What did you get back to your memory?"

The tone is an authoritarian affirmation.

She was absolutely sure that Mo Qingcheng had regained his memory.

This is because during this time of getting along, she has not talked about any topics about the Kojima family.

And now Mo Qingcheng actually gave her a small island as a dowry.

Hehe.

She definitely didn't believe in coincidences.

The so-called coincidences in the world are probably all man-made.

He twisted and picked her up wrapped in the sheets and sat on the swing chair facing the sea into the hallway.

Chiguo's upper body, the mermaid line gradually disappeared under the pants on her abdomen, hugging her, her arms wrapped around her abdomen, and her strong thighs were where she perched.

And the gentle sea breeze blowing slowly along with the rising sun and the fiery morning glow make people feel happy, full of shock and passion.