Hold me, hold me.
Chi Jiujiu felt that Shen Mojin had lost a lot of flesh on his waist and back. She pinched it gently and found that it was just a bunch of bones.
Chi Jiujiu grumbled, "Ajin, you've lost some weight. It's a little uncomfortable to hold you."
"Then...eat more for your husband tonight?" Shen Mojin said in a hoarse voice, looking at his wife who was hugging his waist tightly with a tender and passionate look.
The depths of his eyes were filled with paranoia and tenderness.
Chi Jiujiu smiled and responded to him affectionately, "Yes, you have to eat more in the future. If you get any thinner... I'll let you eat braised pork every meal.
Twice-cooked pork...
There is also pork with preserved vegetables, but without the preserved vegetables.
You hate fat the most... so don't resist when the time comes."
"Okay, I won't resist." Shen Mojin said indulgently.
His cold and resolute face began to bury deeply in the woman's snow-white neck, and his tall nose lightly sniffed the woman's clean and charming scent.
His big hands around her waist gradually tightened, and he focused on enjoying the rare moment of tenderness.
However, Shen Mojin was obviously not satisfied with such a brief intimacy.
He longed for more.
"...Jiujiu." Shen Mojin called softly, feeling even more conflicted.
He wasn't sure if further touching...would hurt her.
Forget it, just hug for a moment, don’t waste this precious time.
Chi Jiujiu, "Hmm...?"
She looked up at him, as if asking him "what's wrong".
Shen Mojin smiled faintly and shook his head, "It's okay. I'm very satisfied to be able to touch Jiujiu again." There was a hint of pity in his eyes, and he looked pitiful.
Chi Jiujiu couldn't stand Shen Mojin's pitiful look.
She straightened up slowly.
Then, the slender hand gently withdrew from Shen Mojin's armpit, and then wrapped around his strong neck like a snake.
Then, she opened her red lips slightly.
A kiss as warm and gentle as the spring breeze quietly fell on the corner of Shen Mojin's mouth.
"Jiujiu." Shen Mojin opened his thin lips and murmured affectionately from his throat.
He was just about to bend down and kiss her, but then he seemed to think of something and struggled to suppress a certain desire in his heart.
Chi Jiujiu met his burning gaze and said calmly, "Simply touching the skin won't cause any negative feelings."
She continued to grab the man's moving thin lips.
I feel nervous and expectant.
It was a tentative kiss.
Because she didn't know how much of the power of destiny could be restrained by collecting faith.
This seemingly simple kiss actually contains endless profound meaning - it is not only an expression of emotions, but also a challenge and struggle against fate.
Time passes by every second.
However, it is gratifying that her body did not show any abnormalities.
"Ajin, no response." Seeing this, Chi Jiujiu couldn't help but feel a little happy in her heart.
She continued to suck and kiss his lips and tongue, savoring the unique taste of Shen Mojin.
"Hmm." Shen Mojin's light nasal tone was very pleasant, but the woman affected by the mark did not sink as much as before.
Shen Mojin felt the warm touch between his lips.
This feeling is like an electric current that instantly spreads throughout the body.
It allowed Shen Mojin's originally tense nerves to completely relax.
At this moment, he could no longer suppress the surging emotions in his heart.
He couldn't help but lower his head slightly and kissed Chi Jiujiu passionately in a predatory manner.
Five minutes later.
Shen Mojin panted softly, his expression full of restraint and forbearance.
He wrapped his arms tightly around the woman's waist, as if only by embedding her into his own body could he fill the feeling of loss and loss in his heart.
Shen Mojin, "Wine... Let's collect some more power of faith... After we dig the wine cellar, we will go to Chijiazhai.
See where the villagers need help?"
Shen Mojin's low panting voice was so hot that it seemed to penetrate people's souls and landed on Chi Jiujiu's head.
"Okay." Chi Jiujiu replied softly.
"But Ajin, the temperature of the rosary...is no longer hot. The collected faith is almost exhausted. I need to get up."
As she spoke, Chi Jiujiu loosened her hands.
Shen Mojin raised his head from the woman's neck and looked at Chi Jiujiu with a very resentful look.
The strong arms loosened from her waist.
Seeing that she lowered her head, he lifted Chi Jiujiu's chin with his slightly calloused hand, supported her little face, and made her look at him.
"Ajin, don't worry about this. The power of faith will increase."
Chi Jiujiu looked at Shen Mojin's resentful eyes, chuckled, and poked his still blushing face with her fingertips.
Hearing this, Shen Mojin was silent for a moment.
Then he responded in a muffled voice, "Well, I understand. But..." He seemed to be thinking about something, with a frown on his face.
After a while.
Shen Mojin suddenly suggested, "How about we go ask Wuxie...?" Perhaps Wuxie would know more information about the power of faith.
“Okay, let’s go out and choose a location for the wine cellar.
I'll ask Wuxie about this matter again after I return from my visit to Chijiazhai."
Chi Jiujiu fixed his hairstyle, then put her legs on the ground, stood up neatly, and simply tidied up her slightly messy clothes.
After the two left the office.
Starting from the main road of the factory, we walked around the periphery of the factory.
Along the way, we met a driver who was hauling low-quality liquor in a truck to be destroyed, as well as villagers from Chijiazhai who had just completed their employment procedures and were heading home to pack up their things.
The villagers' clothes are old clothes that they have worn for several years and are reluctant to replace.
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