After the phone rang once, no one picked up, so it hung up automatically and stopped ringing.
On the bed, ye sijue had sex with mo Xiaomeng once.
Mo Xiaomeng panted coquettishly as she nestled in his arms, her little face dazed.
Ye sijue looked down at her. The storm in his eyes gradually calmed down and turned into an apologetic look.
Compared to the previous intimacy, he seemed to be very rough just now.
However, she just silently accepted it without a single complaint.
His large hands tightened around her slender waist and he saw her frown slightly, as if she was not feeling well.
Ye sijue was even more apologetic. He kissed her delicate face and apologized lightly.
Mo Xiaomeng opened her eyes, which were moist and a little worried.
"Sijue ... Are you not angry anymore?" Her voice was as soft as ever, but it was a little hoarse.
Ye sijue's heart clenched, and his eyes were locked on her.
"You ..."
