Love after Marriage

SUPER SWEET

Shang Mo's kiss is different from the feeling he gives people. He looks pure and indifferent, but when he kisses, it's so powerful that it can take away a person's breath and even their consciousness.

　　Wen Qian leaned her back against the car door, her lips slightly parted, the tip of her tongue poking out a little, and when she tried to withdraw it, she found that he had sucked it. She didn't have much experience in kissing, and she was a little flustered, and her hands hanging by her side pulled hard on the hem of her clothes.

　　The haute couture suit was wrinkled by her, with grooves of varying depths, like ripples on a lake.

　　Each path seems calm, but in fact it is thrilling.

　　In a moment, the breath in Wen Qian's mouth gradually disappeared, and the blush on her cheeks became more intense, and soon spread to the back of her ears.

　　The fair and smooth side of her neck was also flushed, a thick layer of blush, and the blush would become deeper if she touched it with her fingers.

　　She was like a blooming rose, moistened by the morning mist, and damp all over.

　　Shang Mo's eyes darkened and became heavy, with strong emotions swirling in them, and upon closer inspection, there was also gushing desire, which came like a huge wave.

　　He couldn't help it and increased his strength. The hand behind her head fell on the side of her neck, feeling the softness there with his fingertips.

　　It's not light or serious, but it's very fatal.

　　Wen Qian suddenly woke up, opened her wet eyes and looked at him, her eyes were indescribably seductive, she wanted to speak, but he blocked her lips, she had no choice but to grunt.

　　Like a cat's meow.

　　With a hint of begging for mercy.

　　It seems to be saying, I won't dare to do it next time.

　　If it were any other time, Shang Mo would have called it a day, but today was different. Today they got their marriage certificate and became a legal couple, so they could do a lot of things.

　　for example......

　　His eyes moved downward and he saw some alluring scenery. His Adam's apple rolled slowly, and the fingers touching her neck used some force.

　　It wasn't very heavy. He curled his fingertips and touched the side of her neck in slow motion, from the top to the bottom. If it weren't for the collar restraining her neck, he would have felt the scenery there himself.

　　"Xixi." A magnetic male voice sounded in her ears, Shang Mo was calling her.

　　Wen Qian opened her eyes again, and her almond-shaped eyes seemed to be filled with mist, and the red at the corners of her eyes gave her the look of being bullied.

　　She responded in a low voice, "...Yeah."

　　The ending tone rises, like a cat's meow.

　　That sound fell directly on Shang Mo's heart, as if being gently scratched by a cat's claws.

　　The scratch was light, but the falling noise was loud. Shang Mo's usual calmness collapsed at this moment. He felt like the sky was falling and the earth was splitting, which washed away all his restraint and forbearance.

　　The next second, he held her lips, tightly entangled with her tongue.

　　...

　　Wen Qian didn't sleep well that night and felt some pain on the inside corner of her lips. She kept whimpering. When she woke up the next day, the pain was still there. When Aunt Liu brought her some soup for breakfast, she took a sip and couldn't drink any more.