Doting on Honey Marriage: The Uncle Treats You Lightly

Chapter 200 Missing, addicted to her

It was just the beginning, and Tong Xiaoyun felt that he had reached the extreme.

It took a long time for her tense body to relax. At that moment just now, Tong Xiaoyun couldn't even breathe, and almost suffocated to death.

At this moment, I finally breathe freely, but the air around me is hot and full of the smell of love bath.

The wild and sexy masculine breath from Qiao Moshen also lingers on the tip of her nose. Tong Xiaoyun has just been satisfied once, but there is a strong sense of emptiness in her lower abdomen.

Ruined!
Ruined!
She has completely turned into a womanizer!

But now, why does Tong Xiaoyun care about these things?

She only knew that she wanted it so much, so much more!
Jomo deeply felt her enthusiasm, and he was so happy that he could repay her with actions.

He was so hard every time, as if he wanted to knock her out of her wits.

Tong Xiaoyun was a little scared, but she knew deeply that the man on her body was Qiao Moshen, the man she liked.

Nothing to be afraid of.

She was wrapped around his body like a vine, her long hair was like splashed ink, stuck to her white and greasy body like snow by the thin layer of fragrant sweat.

Black and white, two extremes, the beauty is simply thrilling.

Qiao Mo's deep eyes narrowed slightly, the little thing under his body had already driven him completely mad, obviously wanting her, but the blood in his body was still screaming.

He couldn't be gentle, he wished he could swallow her into his stomach.

Tong Xiaoyun, who was overwhelmed by the extreme blockiness, clearly felt the deep change in Qiao Mo.

He seems... He seems to be hotter, holding him is like holding a hot iron.

The action was also a little rough.

Tong Xiaoyunxiu frowned even tighter, and her white and slender fingers tightly grasped his strong and strong arm, and her nails were sunk into his hard muscles.

This non-painful and non-itchy force aroused even stronger desire in Qiao Mo's deep body.

He let out a rough growl, and the hot air sprayed on Tong Xiaoyun's flushed little face.

Tong Xiaoyun is extremely sensitive at the moment, just her breathing, to her, is like being pricked by a needle.

But it wasn't the feeling of being pricked by Nanny Rong. The feeling was as if the tip of a thin needle had lightly landed on her skin. It didn't hurt, but it made her shiver uncontrollably.

Her breathing was lost again, and the air around her was frozen.

Tong Xiaoyun raised her little head, and just before she was about to suffocate to death, she finally screamed, raised her little head, and bit Qiao Moshen's shoulder forcefully.

All the strength in the body was emptied again, Tong Xiaoyun fell back on the bed, breathing in the hot air, greedy like a fish out of water.

Qiao Mo's dark eyes, which were as bright as animals, had already been dyed with a strong luster, he lowered his head again, took Tong Xiaoyun's breath away, and forced her to entangle with him.

Tong Xiaoyun didn't even have the slightest bit of strength left, so she could only let him manipulate her.

Qiao Moshen, who is usually like a wolf like a tiger, just broke out tonight.

Intermittently, it was not until the next day that Tong Xiaoyun finally regained his freedom.

Tong Xiaoyun didn't even remember how many positions and positions Qiao Moshen changed last night, let alone when he unlocked those new positions.

All she knew was that her body was completely hollowed out, and she would not be able to get out of bed for several days.

And the two of them are not on the bed at all, but on the sofa in the cloakroom.

Tong Xiaoyun really couldn't care so much anymore, she closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

For Qiao Moshen, this night was very satisfying and enjoyable.

He also decided that the wall of the office must be opened, and then the room connected to the office should be vacated as a lounge.

Before she went to school, he didn't allow him to leave her for half a step.

I didn't see her all day yesterday, and the yearning for her seemed to go deep into my bone marrow, and I wasn't even in the mood for a meeting.

He seems to be addicted to her.

……

Tong Xiaoyun didn't open his eyes until after seven o'clock in the evening.

She still couldn't move, and even found that Qiao Moshen was kneeling between her legs at this moment, she didn't have the strength to struggle.

Her small mouth, which was still red and swollen, opened for a long time before she made an extremely hoarse voice, "Uncle...don't want..."

"I'll rub the medicine on you, it's all swollen." He said distressedly.

Doesn't this medicine work?
He has wiped her three times during the day, why is it still swollen?

Tong Xiaoyun shyly wanted to learn the technique of escaping from the ground, but she didn't have the strength to stand up now, so she could only let Qiao Moshen manipulate her.

She turned her face aside shyly, and after a long time, she urged, "Then hurry up."

Being stared at by him like this, she was so ashamed that she was about to cry.

"Does it hurt?" Qiao Moshen leaned closer to her again, his thick and heroic eyebrows could not be stretched, and cursed himself countless times in his heart.

Was he crazy last night?
It's not that he didn't know that she was still young, so how could he torment her so much?

When I got up to check her up in the morning, the area was congested, but after applying the medicine, it recovered.

It's still swollen.

When Tong Xiaoyun heard her question, she still couldn't control it, and a thin layer of water mist covered her star pupils.

Shy and embarrassed, she didn't know how to answer the question.

During the last few times this morning, even though he had softened, it still hurt a little.

it's all good now.

When he applied the medicine, his hands were very gentle, and it really didn't hurt at all.

But how should she answer this?
Jomo couldn't get an answer from her, so he raised his head, crawled over and touched her little face.

Her starry eyes were moist, and Qiao Mo was shocked, and immediately panicked, and said distressedly and anxiously, "Yun Bao, I'm sorry, I will definitely pay attention next time, I won't be so rude again, does it really hurt? I am now I'll take you to soak in the hot spring, and apply medicine when you come back..."

Touched by his nervousness, Tong Xiaoyun shook her head, and the corners of her lips raised a slight arc shyly. Although she was a little awkward, she still looked into his eyes and said, "It doesn't hurt anymore, really."

Qiao Moshen did not relax, and said with self-reproach, "It's all my fault, I shouldn't... I shouldn't only care about my own feelings, Yun Bao, I promise you, there will be no next time."

Tong Xiaoyun listened to his self-blaming words, and looked at his worried expression, a girl's heart was so soft.

She took a deep breath, finally gathered enough strength, slowly raised her little hand, and gently stroked Jomo's handsome face, "Uncle, I like you."

She remembered all his kindness to her in her heart, clearly and deeply.

If only it could be like this forever.

However, along with his tenderness came her guilt.

How could she not feel guilty about something so serious that happened ten years ago?
That guilt even made her feel that she didn't deserve Qiao Moshen's kindness to her at all.

Every time she thinks of this, her heart feels like being pricked by a needle, it hurts so much!

A crystal tear rolled down the corner of her eye, soaking her dark hair.

Jomo couldn't bear to see her tears the most.

He would really feel sorry for every tear that this little thing shed.

"Why are you crying?" He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes for her and asked gently.

Tong Xiaoyun shook her head, her pink lips slightly raised, the blush on her brows and eyes was more fascinating than the colorful clouds in the sky, "I'm not crying, I'm happy and moved."

Jomo deeply grasped her little hand on his face, "Happy? Touched? I was so rude last night, are you still touched?"

Tong Xiaoyun smiled through tears, "That's not it? Who would be moved by that kind of thing?"

"I will." Jomo said in a serious tone.

The thick eyebrows frowned again, and he said seriously, "You don't have to accommodate me, if you really can't stand it anymore, you must tell me, do you hear me?"

Tong Xiaoyun's blushing face was stained with shyness again.

Her fan-like eyelashes flickered twice, she slowly lowered her eyelids, and nodded slightly, like dewdrops in the morning light, which made her feel fascinated.

Nodding her head, she responded softly, "Yes."

Jomo let go of her little hand, "I asked them to put the dinner at the hot spring, and we'll go there now."

He said, got out of bed, took a nightgown and put it on for her, and carried her to the hot spring behind.

The sky had already darkened, and the first star appeared in the sky.

The dim light shrouded the hot spring, casting a faint halo on the water surface.

With a bath towel around her chest, Tong Xiaoyun sat astride Qiao Moshen's lap in a shy posture, while he held a plate with cut steaks in it, and fed her bite by bite.

It wasn't the first time he fed her, but like every time, it made Tong Xiaoyun's little deer bump around.

Her ears were filled with the sound of her own heartbeat, and she was very afraid of being heard by Jomo.

If he heard it, he didn't know how he would tease her.

He was the best at flirting with her seriously.

The whole two plates of steak were eaten with the joint efforts of the two, and Qiao Moshen took the large bowl that was set aside, which was full of fruits.

Kiwis, mangoes, strawberries, berries, blueberries…

The refreshing fragrance immediately lingered at the tip of Tong Xiaoyun's nose.

She swallowed, and immediately opened her small mouth.

Jomo fed her a blueberry deeply, and said with a smile, "Eat more, you can eat more of my little niece to keep her water tender."

Tong Xiaoyun's face was already red because of soaking in the hot spring, but it was even redder when he said this.

"Eat another kiwi." Qiao Mo said deeply, but put the kiwi into his mouth.

Tong Xiaoyun was startled, opened her small mouth, and was about to speak when the kiwi fruit came into her mouth.

but……

This feeding method is wrong.

Qiao Moshen pushed all the kiwi fruit into Tong Xiaoyun's mouth with his tongue, and kissed it without giving her a chance to react.

The soft tongue drove straight in, stirring in her sandalwood mouth filled with the sweet smell of kiwi fruit.

Immediately afterwards, he dragged out the kiwi, bit half of it, and returned the other half to her...

Does this provocative way of eating mean that he is thinking about that again?

Tong Xiaoyun was worried about herself.

She really couldn't take it anymore.

Qiao Moshen seemed to see her worry, smiled and said, "Don't worry, I won't touch you tonight, of course I will give you enough rest time."

Tong Xiaoyun's petty thinking was caught, like a secret love being discovered, she was very shy, and hurried to duplicity, "I didn't think that way."

Jomo nodded deeply, "I didn't think about it before, so it's not uncomfortable, can I still do that later?"

"Uncle!" Tong Xiaoyun angrily raised her little hand to beat Qiao Mo's deep and hard pectoral muscles.

This old man is really hateful, always likes to tease her.

"Can you?" Qiao Moshen asked again, Su Yin was sombre, like honey, mellow and soft.

Tong Xiaoyun blushed so red that she really wanted to get up and leave, and she didn't want to talk to this old man anymore.

It's just that just as Little Butt raised her body, a pair of big iron-like hands appeared around her waist, restraining her and making her unable to move.

"You're capable again, aren't you? It's only been a long time and you want to leave. I think you really don't know the pain, so let's go back and continue." Qiao Moshen threatened, but it was just to scare her.

Tong Xiaoyun heard that, this grievance.

Why does she want to leave?
Isn't it all because of him?
She always said some indecent words, which made her ashamed to stay here.

But then again, that's Qiao Moshen, even if you change places, you can't escape his foul language.

(End of this chapter)