The little ancestor has a soft waist and a wild heart, Master Bo has fallen!

Chapter 2338 Hungry
Nan Jiaojiao threw away the shovel, squatted there and reached out to him for a hug.

Bo Yanqing raised his eyebrows in amusement, "No, it's dirty."

"Really not hugging?"

Nan Jiaojiao sighed in a mock manner, "That's a pity, I was just teasing you, forget it."

As she said this, she was about to pick up the small shovel, but Bo Yanqing picked her up, weighed it in his arms a few times, and then carried her away.

Nan Jiaojiao hooked her arm around his neck, and there was some dirt on her hands. She saw it and rubbed it on Bo Yanqing's collar, "Don't you want to hug me?"

"Hold, why not?"

Every time Bo Yanqing teased her, he was usually the one who couldn't hold back.

He didn't go upstairs, but stayed in the kitchen on the first floor. He held Nan Jiaojiao's hands and personally helped her wash the dirt off her hands. She was too lazy to move a finger or use any strength, so Bo Yanqing had to drag her arms, and after washing them, he wiped them clean with a towel, wiping every bit of water between her fingers.

Nan Jiaojiao put her hands together, stretched them forward from under his armpits, leaned there lazily, looked at his perfect profile, and smiled like a pervert with a different personality.

"Uncle San, are you hungry?"

Bo Yanqing tapped her fingers and asked, "What kind of hunger?"

Nan Jiaojiao walked into his arms and gently touched his stomach with her elbow, "I'm hungry. Really hungry."

Bo Yanqing held her waist, rubbing it inch by inch, and gradually increasing his strength. Nan Jiaojiao didn't have any strength on her body, so she followed his strength and leaned into his arms. Bo Yanqing lowered his head, his eyes full of possessiveness, staring at her lips. When he spoke, his voice sounded like it was picked up from red wine, just the right amount of tipsy, "I'm quite hungry, but I'm not hungry in the right way. What should I do?"

Nan Jiaojiao's heart felt as if it was brushed by a feather. She trembled slightly under his hand, and her half-closed eyes slowly lifted up, passing by the man's Adam's apple, and deliberately paused for a few seconds. Her eyes seemed to be able to seduce people. She slightly curled her lips and smiled seductively, which could easily seduce a man's soul away.

She just looked at Bo Yanqing, hugged his neck, and slowly moved forward while speaking: "What's so improper?"

Her voice gradually became softer and softer. The closer she got, the more it sounded like a whisper between her lips and teeth: "I don't quite understand. Can you teach me?"

Bo Yanqing was so stunned that he lost all his rationality. He pinched her chin and kissed her.

The kiss was so deep that their breathing became disordered. While they were taking a breath, Bo Yanqing pinched her chin and kissed her lips lightly. His voice was hoarse and grainy, "That's it. Don't worry. I have one night to teach you."

He could no longer restrain himself. He kissed her passionately, picked her up, and carried her from the kitchen to the living room. They lingered on the sofa for a while. Nan Jiaojiao felt cold, so she wrapped her arms around his waist and murmured twice. When Bo Yanqing picked her up, he grabbed the thin blanket on the sofa and wrapped her in it.

However, the blanket didn't stay on her for long. After climbing a few steps, Nan Jiaojiao hung on him, rubbed herself up to adjust her position, and stretched her hands down to hug his shoulders, and the blanket naturally slipped off his shoulders.

When they returned to the bedroom, Nan Jiaojiao's lips were swollen from being kissed. She was placed on the bed, her body hunched upward like a shrimp.

I can’t stand the itch…

She hugged the man's neck, her fingers running through his hair. Nan Jiaojiao squinted at the warm light above her head.

"Bo Yanqing..."