Kiss You, Sweetheart

She had to hold the clothes in her hands, bend over 90 degrees, and humbly present them, with a soft voice, "Your Highness, please change clothes."

Bo Jiayan shivered, took the clothes in Bo en's hand, and slammed the door.

He still thinks she's more normal and she's more pleasant to talk to.

Bo en raised his boxer to the closed door, as if no one wanted to see him.

But then again, she is very rare.

Some girl thought and sighed, it's not the right time! Bear with it, sooner or later, you will be on him!

YY, Bo Jiayan has changed into sportswear, tight clothes, wrapped his muscle lines, it's really making people secretly swallow saliva.

His body, it's always perfect.

But what is not perfect about him? The man she loves is naturally the best in the world.

Bo en looked at Bo Jiayan's eyes and warmed them.

Bo Jiayan gave her a cold look: "do morning exercises with me."

Bo en was stunned and said, "don't you hate me following you? I don't think I'm going to stay with you like this. "

Bo Jiayan: "I'm not sure."

Hur cold hook a smile, toward Bo en en bent over the body, warm breath on her face, make her heart beat. Can say out of the words is so cold: "with the king, such as with the tiger, like to see you suffer."

Bo en en

Pervert!

But pervert, she likes it too. I just want her to follow me and pretend to be cold.

Little uncle, no matter how you lose your memory, it's also that sultry nature!

Bo en's heart is happy, his face is icy, and he goes out with Bo Jiayan. He stood at the door like a door god. When he saw Bo Jiayan coming out, he immediately saluted: "good morning, your highness, Prince."

With that, he straightened up, ready to keep up.

But Bo Jiayan waved his hand: "one is enough."

The meaning is so obvious that Jaguar consciously continues to be the door god.

The palace is the best place of Fengshui in Shengjing. Bo Jiayan and Bo en'en left the palace through a side door. There was a Palace Lane leading to a hill not far away. Soldiers with guns were guarding the way.

In the morning in the mountains, the air is fresh, the morning dew is steaming, the five internal organs and six lungs are cleaned, and people are full of vitality.

Bo en en and Bo Jiayan are running side by side, and their physical fitness is not inferior to Bo Jiayan at all.

When they reached the top of the mountain, they stopped to have a rest.

Sweat wet Bo Jiayan's sportswear, he took down the towel on his neck, ready to wipe sweat, but his hand stopped, handed the towel to Bo en.

She was in a blazer and shirt, hotter than he was. Sweat has wet her white shirt, chest temperature, temptation looming.

Bo en looked at the white towel handed over, as white as snow, eyes slightly warm, said: "thank you, but, or your highness, you wipe it first."

Bo Jiayan didn't say anything. She threw the towel directly on Bo en en's body. She quickly caught it with her hand.

Bochayan went to one side to exercise his muscles and bones.

Bo en en holding a towel, looking at Bo Jiayan's strong back, so familiar, really want to hold his waist, a good cry.

Little uncle, is there any melting of your heart?

There should be some, or I won't wipe the towel for her first.

He is a prince. He doesn't have to pay attention to the noble sentiment of Lady priority. He just needs to think about himself.