When Mo Huaiyuan heard this sentence, he curled his lips and smiled slightly.

The warm night is like being illuminated by an orange warm lamp in the dark, and it exudes a warm and hot atmosphere. For a moment, people feel that the pain on their bodies are gone, and the whole world is the cutest in their arms.

"Is that right?" His broad shoulders gently turned over, hugged her waist, and gently pressed her under his body. The hot breath continued down, along his forehead, and reached the tip of her nose. He met her misty and flickering watery eyes and asked in a low voice, "Where are you kissing?"

A few words instantly lifted up the hot and hazy memories buried deep in the bone marrow and flesh. For a moment, my soul was hot and a little bit. My whole body was soft and trembling. The little woman's face burned, and it was as bright as peach blossoms. She wanted to move a little bit away, but his eyes followed with a burning look. She was extremely shy and woke up most of her sleep. She bit his lower lip in a hurry, and her small fist also hit him.

Mo Huaiyuan's muffled smile overflowed again, and the corners of his mouth were handsome and curved. He hugged the person in his arms and was making trouble. His body was supported on her like a steel bar and iron, pressing it just right, which not only made her feel intimate, but also didn't have to let the weight of her body feel uncomfortable.

Her grievances spread hotly between her neck.

Mo Huaiyuan took a breath, leaned down slowly, gently pinched her chin twice with his fingers, and covered her lips.

The familiar touch, temperature, and the trembling force made people feel melted.

In the darkness, she raised her little face and had a deep relationship with him.

"Is the wine still very strong?" In the deep intertwined, his big palm rubbed the back of her neck, and his hoarse voice overflowed from his lips, spreading between the two.

The little woman was intoxicated, blushing, gently wrapping her neck tightly, and answered: "A little bit..."

"Can my taste be clearly distinguished from the taste of wine?" He continued to ask in a hoarse voice in the deep tangle.

The little woman's face was red and her hands and feet were so burned that she trembled slightly, and she said vaguely. She could tell what was really drunk.

After all, she was extremely sleepy, so even though Mo Huaiyuan took off her shoulder straps following the desire of each other, she still slept in a daze in the continuous deep kiss, warm and satisfied. Mo Huaiyuan saw this, and the kiss gradually slowed down, and finally turned into a gentle dot, but it still stopped slowly.

A room is quiet.

The little woman groaned, opened her eyes and looked at him in a daze, hugged him, and slept calmly and safely in his neck and fell asleep.

Mo Huaiyuan looked at her for a while, curled his lips lightly, pulled the quilt over to wrap each other, and his arms also retracted to hug her. He closed his eyes for a while, and couldn't help but open his eyes to look at her, rubbed it gently and then closed his eyes, and then he felt that everything was quiet.

...

In the morning, Anran got up and went to the toilet and was stimulated by the cold air. She sneezes several times, ran back with her legs bare.

In the quilt, the man's hot temperature was waiting for him. As soon as he entered, it was like entering a warm stove.

"cold?"

His low and hoarse voice wrapped around endless sexiness, hugged her tightly, pulled her hands and feet, and warmed her arms.

"Mo Huaiyuan, is it almost winter here?" she muttered aggrievedly.

At first, every time she got up at night and came back to the bathroom, she would hug him like a prank and then retract him. Mo Huaiyuan never cared about it. Later, it became that every time he took the initiative to wrap her cold body tightly, bowed down and warmed her face and lips, which would bring her back to sleep. During this period of morning, it began to become extremely warm.

As usual, when he leaned down, she opened her mouth gently and curled up in his arms like a kitten.

"Well," he said softly, exiting her lips and gently stabbing her face with the stubble that appeared in the early morning. "Do you remember waiting for me to get off work at night?"

"What are you doing?"

"Shopping." He said quietly that Maicheng is indeed getting colder, and there are many things to be purchased in this small family.

"Uh-huh?"

An Ran responded in a daze and raised her face to look at him. In the past, Mo Huaiyuan had never accompanied her on the streets. One reason was that An Ran didn't like that and rarely went shopping. Moreover, her arrogant personality disliked such private affairs and small matters. At most, Mo Huaiyuan cared about when and who she went with, and whether the road was 100% safe. In other words, Mo Huaiyuan was also calm and graceful without any slightest touch.

He noticed her doubts, slowly opened his eyes and looked at her calmly.

tang

——Why, don’t you?

"Um..." Her little face turned red, and her weak watery eyes showed a little obedience, and she fell into his arms obediently.

Go shopping with him...ah...

When he got up, he was panicked again. Anran put on the thickest sweater and stumbled towards the bathroom. Unexpectedly, when he hurriedly knocked open the bathroom door, he happened to run into Mo Huaiyuan who was changing clothes inside. He took off his home clothes last night and was about to change his shirt.

"you……"

An Ran said only one word and was stunned.

In the bathroom, the light was well transparent, and she saw that on Mo Huaiyuan's back, from the back of his neck to the side waist, there was a large area of ​​terrible purple bruises. It was like the wounds, bloodshots and blue caused by falling down a few meters high cement floor while climbing an iron frame.

Mo Huaiyuan froze for a moment, his movements slowly stopped, his face slightly darkened, and he didn't expect that she would come in at this time.

He threw down his home clothes, grabbed his shirt, shook it open, and he gently put it on.

The little woman looked at him in shock and surprise, ran over, grabbed his hand to stop him, and walked around behind him to lift his shirt to see, breathing unevenly: "What is this?"

Her white and tender fingers covered the wound little by little. After checking carefully, her eyes suddenly became wet as she looked at it. She had not suffered such injuries before, and there were also more serious ones. But somehow, if these traces were imprinted on Mo Huaiyuan, she suddenly felt that the wound would definitely hurt when it hit.

How did this happen?!

Mo Huaiyuan paused.

"Last night, I met a friend I haven't seen for many years when I was going to do business. It happened to be a training ground next to me. I had a discussion," I held the little hand that moved on my back, pulled it out of my shirt, turned around to look at her, with a calm look on my eyes, "It's inevitable that I'll bump."

bump?

The little woman heard what he said naturally and didn't believe anything, but she frowned and wanted to lift her up again. The man's powerful arms carried her into her arms, smiled and pressed her down, and asked hoarsely: "Why, are you not satisfied that I didn't touch you last night? You're so anxious, are you going to take off my clothes?"

An Ran frowned, because of his anxiety, his eyes were red, and he said, "Which friend? Is there anyone who has such a conflict? You ask him to come, and I will gesture with him to let him know what a collision is."

Mo Huaiyuan couldn't help but smile, hugged her, stopped her smile, kissed her mouth gently and said hoarsely: "Well, I know...Ranran is the most powerful."

The little woman's eyes were so angry that her cheeks were red. After hearing his words, she settled down for a moment, then she couldn't help but stretched out her little hand and looked at his back.

Mo Huaiyuan hugged her tightly with the seemingly gentle force, making her unable to break free no matter how she twisted her. She tightened the back of her head and coaxed her in every way.

This morning made Mo Huaiyuan feel extremely touched.

It seemed as if the little bits of detail were magnified and were deeply imprinted into his mind. When he saw her eyes, he felt really distressed. At that moment, his heart seemed to be hit by something, which was very shocked. He went from being unable to believe it little by little, and in the end he had to believe it.

In this world, some people care about his existence, especially her, which turned out to be such a good thing.

When we were in the Light and Shadow Team, the deputy team taught us a lesson and said, "I tell you, we are the Light and Shadow Team, not the Death Squad, and it is necessary to fight to the death, and cherish life. Mo Huaiyuan, yes, you are talking about you, your body and hair are your parents. Every time you perform a mission, you will be like you will never die, so get out for me."

He did not understand these things at that time.

After packing up and going out, the little woman kept her mouth flat, and she couldn't laugh and coax her. She secretly looked back at him all the way and asked him if he was wearing clothes and whether he would pull the wound in any way, whether he would pull the wound in various ways.

Mo Huaiyuan just hugged her and walked forward without answering or speaking. When she was anxious, she lowered her head and said softly.

It’s not that expensive, nor is it that intrusive.

But her attitude made him feel that it was really rare. He wanted to cherish it but didn't know how to cherish it. He could only watch it like this, keep it in mind, and remember every word, every look and tone of her in his heart.

He couldn't respond, and he couldn't respond. Mo Huaiyuan was also a person who couldn't deal with so many emotions for the moment.

Along the way, he asked her what she needed, besides a few quilts, cotton drags, sofas and velvets needed on the study chair.

The little woman frowned and when she was waiting for the red light, she thought in his arms while reaching out to touch him gently.

Say you need carpets and clothes

, hat, and bed... Well, she wanted to have a bigger one.

Mo Huaiyuan listened to the slightly noisy sound of cars in the early morning, watching the orange sunshine shine on her face, and the slight dust in the air slowly rose, he seemed to feel an atmosphere, they were the most ordinary couples in the world, discussing a family matter to be involved.

Yes, family affairs.

"Ranran..." He suddenly called her.
Chapter completed!