Doted on his wife: uncle, love fiercely

Chapter 42 Wrap yourself tightly

The bodies of the two were tightly pressed together, and the slightly high temperature of Bo Xinglan was transmitted through the thin cloth.

It is summer now, and Misha is only wearing a thin white skirt.

But she was so focused on whether Bo Xinglan would get sick, she nervously stroked his forehead with her hand, and then compared it to her own.

"It seems really hot, do you want to take off your clothes?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Bo Xinglan's hands tightened instantly, and even her body tensed up.

Mi Xia realized what he said, and two red clouds instantly flew over his face.

"No, what I mean is, look at the wound on your body and see if it is wet. It will be bad if it gets inflamed in the future."

Bo Xinglan stared at her firmly, his dark eyes were like the starry sky at night.

Misha felt the temperature on his hands was astonishingly hot, and always felt that he was sick.

But at this moment, being looked at by him like this, he was addicted to it for a while, and looked at her with dazed eyes.

After a while, Bo Xinglan opened his mouth, as if about to say something, his eyes suddenly swept across her, and his pupils suddenly constricted!

Before Mi Xia realized what was going on, she was pushed away by Bo Xinglan!
Bo Xinglan turned her eyes away, and threw a piece of clothing over.

"Put it on!"

At this time, the air conditioner was turned on in the car, and the temperature was very high, and she was not cold at all.

"No, I'm not cold."

"Put it on!"

Misha looked at him inexplicably.

Bo Xinglan added another sentence in a vicious voice.

"your clothes……"

He stopped halfway through.

What happened to the clothes?
clothes are not good...

Misha lowered her head, and when she saw the condition of her chest, she was frightened, and quickly pulled her clothes over.

She had completely forgotten that the fabric of this skirt was very light and thin, and it looked normal at ordinary times, but once it got wet, it would become very transparent.

Fortunately, she was wearing a black dress today...

The skirt has become transparent, so that the black clothes inside her can be seen at a glance!
Mi Xia quickly put on his coat and wrapped himself tightly, not afraid of whether it is cold or hot.

At this time, her face was burning badly, and when she thought that she was talking to Bo Xinglan in such a state just now, she was so angry that she wished she could take up a crack in the ground and sneak in now.

To die, how could this happen?
Misha lowered her head and buried her face in her clothes, not daring to raise her head.

After a while, a hand suddenly reached out and lifted her face up.

"Do you want to suffocate yourself?" Bo Xinglan's voice came.

His hand rested on Misha's face, the scalding heat almost scalded her.

Misha quickly dodged back and shrank into a corner.

"I'm fine..."

Bo Xinglan's outstretched hand paused in mid-air, and when he retracted, a trace of anger appeared on his face.

He turned his head away from looking at Misha.

"Is there anything left over there, make a list after I go back, and let Lao Xu get it."

"Ah."

Misha nodded.

After a while, when she looked up to Bo Xinglan again, she saw that he had closed his eyes and leaned back on the back of the chair.

The light from outside kept sweeping across his face, the overly handsome face didn't seem to be a relic, as if it had been carefully carved by God.

High nose bridge, hard lines, even eyelashes are too long.

Misha touched his face, feeling a little unhappy.

The bridge of my nose is not as high as his, and my eyelashes are not as long as his...

Hehe, fortunately, my face is smaller than hers.

Misha smiled smugly.

Unbeknownst to him, Bo Xinglan, who had already closed his eyes, kept focusing on Mi Xia. Hearing her faint laughter, his body relaxed slowly, and he pictured her appearance in his mind.

(End of this chapter)