Kiss You, Sweetheart

He picked up her face, once again fell down the kiss, warm and soft, as if in the taste of a favorite delicacy.

But Bo en opened his eyes and let him kiss. He was in a bad mood.

She couldn't digest what he said for a while.

Even if he now kiss, with a trace of apology, but the stabbed heart, is still painful.

However, the heart is not unshakable. She loves him, as long as he a little bit of coax drown, will be involuntarily.

Bo Jiayan saw that Bo en'en didn't respond. He knew that she was still angry. He coaxed her even harder. He used a warm kiss to kiss the tears on her face. He swam to her ear and nibbled her earlobe gently. Until this time, Bo en couldn't help murmuring.

Earlobe, always sensitive, is her weakness, a little provocation, she will be soft.

Eyes, can not help but some small resentment.

Bo Jiayan left her an inch, looking at her still a little stingy appearance, low voice overbearing: "without my permission, don't want to leave. No more men. "

Bo en pursed a smile. This fool, she has no other man. Isn't he the only one all the time?

Bo en closed his eyes, and his arm gently lapped around Bo Jiayan's neck in response to his kiss.

How, how willing to really leave him! It's just a moment of anger.

So deep love, only to accept the fate.

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you and I are strong (1)

Bo en is curled up on the sofa, his fingers rubbing the pendant on his neck. After a passionate kiss in the car, the two of them are like two awkward children.

He personally put on the necklace for her, and they went back to the palace.

Bocayan drove all the bodyguards to the garden. From now on, they can only stay there to watch the night.

Without bodyguards, Bo en went upstairs quietly.

Now, she realized that bochayan had planned to eat her one day in advance, so she was asked to move in for the convenience of the two.

Men Always controlled by your lower body.

The light in the room was dim, and Bo Jiayan was talking on the phone in the study in the inner room.

Bo en bored to turn on the TV, but what is on the TV, she did not watch.

For a long time, the door of the study was opened, Bo en leaned on the sofa, and almost fell asleep.

Long hair, soft cover half of her face, thin nightdress, close to her slender legs, red fruit temptation.

Bo Jiayan's eyes moved and his hands were in his trouser pocket. He walked to her in front of her, squatted down slowly and brushed her face with his hand.

Bo en's eyes were wide open. He thought she was asleep.

"No sleep?"

Bo en lazily replied: "come out ten seconds later, I will fall asleep."

"Since you didn't sleep, exercise." Bo Jiayan casually twisted Bo en's head and gently scratched her face.

"Itch!" Bo en en hide.

Bo Jiayan stretched out his arm and picked her up. There was no bottom line for her to pollute: "I'll help you."

Bo en en

She's really itchy, but it's the face!

Bo Jiayan gently put Bo en'en on the bed. At this moment, he was as gentle as water, like the most considerate lover in the world. Bo en had the illusion that her little uncle was back.

"Little..." She slipped her throat and almost called out.

"Small?" Bo Jiayan frowned,