married wife

Chapter 98 Addiction
Lian Yinghan felt a little distressed by Lian Mochen's self-blame expression, it wasn't his fault: "Mochen, it's not your fault, I know you left because you had no choice but to be forced by your family, it wasn't you who left me original intention."

Lian Mochen kissed her forehead with a faint smile, Lian Yinghan looked at his smile, how could he be a shopping mall Rakshasa with such a gentle man?

Lian Yinghan leaned her head on his chest, wrapped her hands around his waist, sniffed his breath greedily, there was a kind of ambiguous breath, but she didn't want to resist this breath, instead she stuck closer, even buried her face in the her chest.

Through the pajamas, even Mo Chen could feel her breath, and he couldn't hold back: "Hanhan, don't torture me like this."

Lian Yinghan felt that his breathing was getting heavier and heavier, and looked up at him. Lian Mochen's expression looked painful, and she could clearly feel his body temperature rising.

Lian Mochen looked at her in a blink of an eye. This girl tortured herself like this, and she still had a pure expression of nothing to do with herself. She relied on the phrase "Never do anything you don't like within two months" to do whatever she wanted. Bar?
Lian Mochen didn't think that she would be good for him at this time, so he let her go, but he didn't expect that Lian Yinghan would just put his lips together to kiss him, which really irritated him.

Even Mo Chen pushed her away from him, but he didn't use too much force, it could be said to be a half-push, half-push, rationality told him to push her away, but he really didn't want to, this girl's smell is so good, he became addicted to it as soon as he touched it.

Taking advantage of his unpreparedness, Lian Yinghan turned around, leaned back, and stuck his back on the sofa. Lian Mochen didn't expect her to come here for a while, without any precautions. When he turned his head back, his body had already been pulled by her down.

Lian Yinghan was lying on the sofa, hooking Lian Mochen's neck with one hand, stroking his face with the other, staring at his face, as if wanting to take him into his heart.

The deep gaze made Lian Mochen's heart tighten, and he couldn't help pity her even more, fingering her little face.

"Hanhan, what's the matter today?" Lian Mochen said unhurriedly, with a gentle tone that could squeeze out water.

Lian Yinghan swallowed her saliva: "Recently, I often have nightmares, and every time I wake up, I'm covered in cold sweat!"

Even Yinghan's heart trembled when she said it now, that nightmare was so real, she was almost sure that it happened in her life.

Even when Mo Chen looked at her little face, she was afraid, even thinking about it made him feel so painful that his heart was about to break, and the hand around her waist gradually tightened.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here!" Lian Mochen kissed her lips: "Tell me, what kind of dream is that?"

"I have you in my dream!"

Hearing this, Lian Mochen frowned. He brought her nightmares?This was a big blow to him. He was already careful everywhere, but he really couldn't control her feelings. Even though he hadn't seen her for eight years, he used his hard work to numb himself. Once he was free, he still Can't help but think about her.

When he forced himself to be so busy that he didn't have time to clone himself, as soon as Lian Yinghan appeared in front of him, he couldn't help but pay attention to her immediately.

Even so, he didn't express the love in his heart, just because he didn't want to hurt her, but why did he always make her feel scared unconsciously?
"And my mother!" Lian Yinghan said: "I dreamed that we were in my villa, and my mother was crying, saying some strange things, as if she was leaving, and asked you to take good care of me. I came back, but my mother still ran out. I wanted to chase out, but I was held back by you. Then my head became dizzy. Before I lost consciousness, I vaguely heard the siren. After that, nothing happened .”

Lian Mochen frowned, is she going to restore her memory?This dream obviously happened when she was eight years old.

"Every time I wake up from a dream, I can't help crying. This dream makes me feel very real, as if something really happened." Lian Yinghan narrowed his eyes, trying to recall the feeling at that time.

Lian Mochen rubbed her temples: "Besides this, are there any other things that feel more familiar?"

(End of this chapter)