Qin Mo's breath was also a little messy, his face leaning in front of her, and his voice even more hoarse: "I want to sleep with you, what's wrong? Do you want me to sleep with someone else?"

"Whatever you want!" He Huan bit his lip, turning his face away.

Her small face is really beautiful and stubborn, very hateful.

Qin Mo stared at her, wishing to swallow her in one bite. After putting it in his stomach, no one would rob him, so there was no need to worry about it.

But he was reluctant, so annoyed her like this, and finally made himself very embarrassed.

Qin Mo stared at her face, stretched out his hand and stroked gently, as if thinking about how to treat her.

He Huan couldn't stand him like this, with a cold face, "I want to take a bath."

Qin Mo's gaze changed a bit, and then he reached out and locked the bathroom door, silently hugged her up, walked straight to the shower head, and then pressed the water flow as soon as he reached out.

The hot water dripped straight down, and they hadn't even taken off their clothes.

He Huan almost jumped up, but everything was too late, Qin Mo's kiss soon fell...

She was pressed against the hot smoked wall and kissed strongly by him. She was originally annoyed, but being kissed so strongly by him, He Huan also slowly softened...

The bathroom is always inconvenient and uncomfortable. Finally, I hugged her out. I didn't dare to be in bed, but treated her gently on the sofa...

One night down, the sour fire and those angry with her almost disappeared. After a vent, the man always has a good temper. After it is over, he sticks to her with a rustling voice: "I can't smoke anymore ?"

"Don't worry about it." He Huan lay on the sofa angrily, his whole body sore that he didn't want to talk.

Relatively speaking, Qin Mo's mood is much better. He puts it on her thin shoulder and takes a bite: "Holding you to soak for a while, it will be more comfortable."

He Huan didn't want to care about him, but Qin Mo still hugged her to soak for a while, and He Huan really felt a little more relaxed.

She thought she was going to sleep now, but Qin Mo was really a master of tossing people. He would not let her sleep at all. She would still hug on the sofa and lie down with two people.

He trapped her in his arms, like soothing a painful kitten, and soothed along the hair.

He Huan was forced to lie in his arms, with a soft voice: "I haven't said that we are together."

"When will you wait?" Qin Mo smiled slightly. Although the smile was gentle, it had a strong meaning.

He Huan turned his back and said nothing.

Qin Mo leaned over, his voice hoarse, "Why, I don't want to answer? Then let me ask you why Rong Yue is in this crew?"

"He is a screenwriter, isn't it normal here?" He Huan was really speechless, he was too naive.

In fact, they had already quarreled once in order to let them go, and he wanted to do it again now.

She turned her back, ready to go to bed, even on the sofa she recognized it.

But when he closed his eyes, he punched the P-share hard, and He Huan yelled, "Qin Mo, what's your nerve?"

He leaned over, his big palm raised dangerously: "You haven't said anything about smoking."

He Huan felt that he couldn't keep looking at him, so he insisted on his voice: "I won't smoke anymore."

"I don't believe it." He had to keep an inch.

He Huan was about to blow up his hair and stared at him: "How do you want to, if you want to have enough, I can't accompany you even if you think about it, do you want to get two?"

[Update tomorrow]