Lucky to Have You Till the End

He didn't slowly let go of her until she was almost out of breath.

She stared at her red, swollen and delicate lips with her deep black dense eyes, and asked in a low voice, "Do you want me?"

Why don't you think about it?

While blaming him, hating him, but thinking about him deeply.

The feeling of love and hatred was like a shackle, firmly tied to her.

Can't break away, only blood dripping.

She bit her lip and did not answer.

He touched her slender fingers, stroked her lips, rubbed it gently with his rough fingertips, "Why do you always like to bite your lips?"

She let go of the teeth on her lip and looked at him with misty eyes, "Wei Mo, tell me, why did you make our family bankrupt back then? Why did you make my dad kneel before you and beg you? ?"

Mo Chiwei sighed in his heart.

This little fool thought he was drunk and wanted to play with him.

It's not that he doesn't say, but he can't.

Just let him bear the heavy and painful past.

She knows, she will collapse.

Before the child was born, he did not dare to take risks.

He stroked her long curly hair with his big palms, his long fingers wore the hair and gently stroked, "I miss you these days."

Tang Xinyan looked at his bottomless, pitch-black eyes. She didn't know whether he heard her question or not—

Originally wanted to play with him, it seems that he didn't want to tell the truth to her when he was drunk.

In the body, a strong sense of powerlessness rises.

Sometimes people are like this, the more they have no way to know, the more they want to know.

But he refused to tell her, and she couldn't force him.

She believes that one day, she will know.

"You rest, I'm leaving."

As soon as her voice fell, she was crushed by the man's tall body.

She pressed her hands against his bare chest, and the temperature on the texture was so hot that it seemed to burn her palm.

From her point of view, he can see his upper body very well, without a trace of fat, abdominal muscles and cardia, strong, strong, and very sexy.

Mo Chiwei lowered his head and looked at the woman under him, her apricot eyes were filled with a thin mist, bright and scorching, and his voice was low and hoarse, "Mrs. Mo, don't leave my dream."

Before Tang Xinyan could say anything, his slightly opened lips were firmly blocked by him.

His kiss, slowly moved to her ears, neck, collarbone...

The slender body kept trembling as if electric current ran through his body.

Knowing that he could no longer succeed, he kept making excuses for himself. He thought that in a dream, she didn't have to worry so much--

His big palm, along her collarbone, unbuttoned her clothes one by one.

She blocked it with her arms, but was pulled away by him again.

His big palm seems to have magical power, and wherever he goes, her skin becomes red and hot...

...

His breathing was heavy and thick, and after kissing her collarbone, he kissed her lips again.

I kissed for a long time, as if I couldn't kiss enough.

It wasn't until she was almost out of breath that she let go, and between her eyes and brows, her eyes and eyebrows were dyed in a bath and shot out with evil and danger that were usually rare.

He bit her lips, bit by bit, "Miss me?"

Tang Xinyan didn't know why he was always obsessed with this question. Looking at his **** and handsome face, he sighed helplessly, "You are drunk."

"Well, you can only do this if you are drunk?" He pinched her chin, and his thin lips came up again.

Before Tang Xinyan could say anything, his fingers slowly descended along her lower abdomen...