Chapter 75 (1/2)

Mo Chi Wei thought that when they met for the first time, she was like an octopus wrapped around him, and his lips were tight. ”If you're delirious, you don't want to admit it?”

Tang Xin Yan did not dare to look at his dark eyes like splashing ink. He stammered back, ”even if I was wrong before, you took advantage of me several times later!”

Mo Chi Wei murmured, not to be denied.

Tang Xin Yan took a deep breath, no longer the previous anger, just like a vented ball, look only aggrieved, ”is it in your heart, I am a casual can let you kiss. Touch cheap step woman?”

She didn't have the first time, but she still had dignity. If it wasn't for her forehead, would he still insist on taking her by force.

Mo Chi Wei picked up the cigarette and lighter from the tea table. He lit the cigarette and took a sip with his eyes narrowed.

As time went by, just when she thought he would not answer him, his low voice sounded slowly in the smoke, ”don't you feel touched by me? Your reaction is no less than mine. ”

Tang Xin Yan Leng for a moment, reaction came to realize what he meant, she was ashamed and indignant, ”that is the physiological reaction of human instinct.”

”If there is a reaction, why refuse?”

In addition to the night designed by Fu sichen, Tang Xinyan was still a girl without any experience. She didn't think so far ahead. She had no emotional foundation with Mo Chiwei. She could go to Sichuan after meeting him several times.

She sniffed, resolute and awe inspiring, ”I won't do that kind of thing with a man like you for physiological needs, not to mention, if you don't touch me, I don't have needs!”

Mo Chi Wei vomited smoke. For nearly five minutes, he kept silent.

If she hadn't let him have meat that night, when would he have done this to a woman? After a long time, once you meet someone who is suitable for you, it's like a drug addict. It's hard to give up!

Mo Chi Wei doesn't like to force women either. He flicks the ash at his fingertips and looks at her with dark eyes. ”Marriage must be married,” he pauses and continues in a faint voice, ”go and print the post marriage agreement you said into a document.”

Tang Xin Yan Tong Mou suddenly enlarges, some disbelief, ”are you willing to sign?”

”If you don't sign, don't you agree to get married?”

Indeed, if he didn't sign it, it was just a verbal agreement, and she couldn't believe him any more.

”Lend me your study.”