Kiss You, Sweetheart

I can't hold my iron body. "

"You can doubt me for anything. You can never doubt my ability in this respect."

Bo Jiayan's tone was very angry and bit Bo en.

She gave a low cry.

She's worried. She's worried. It's always been good physical strength.

It's her who suffers. Ah, 55555.

Midnight, breakfast Bo en was eaten n times.

Bo jiayanshun put a quilt on her hand to cover her naked skin and got up to wash.

The sound of the water came.

A little tired, Bo en in the sound of water shallow sleep in the past.

Suddenly, a warm air blowing in her ear, she subconsciously woke up, turned around, is Bo Jiayan has been dressed up, is leaning on the bedside table, bent over to see her, two faces distance is less than 10 cm.

He raised her chin, looked at her still confused eyes, gently kissed her on the lip and said, "get up, the servant will come to clean, and you will be seen."

Bo en pressed the quilt on his chest and sat up.

At this time, he was really gentle, deep in his eyes, and clearly had nostalgia for her.

But how long can this nostalgia, which will flash away at any time, last?

Bo en en was thrown out of bed. The clothes he wore last night were wet by the water when he was in passion last night. At this time, Bo Jiayan threw them into the garbage can.

How can she go back to her room naked!

Seeing her embarrassment, Bo Jiayan stood up, went to the wardrobe, opened the door, took down one of his shirts, went back to her and handed it to her.

That shirt has his light fragrance, warm heart.

Bo en put on his shirt, which just covered his hips.

The woman wearing a man's shirt has an indescribable sense of charm, and Bo Jiayan's eyes change a little. Bo en en is gathering her hair in the mirror, and Bo Jiayan has come behind her.

Around her waist from behind, she subconsciously pressed his hand. Bochayan's head is on her shoulder. The two men in the mirror are talented and beautiful.

He gently gnawed her earlobe, soft, small, very comfortable.

Bo en shrunk his neck slightly. Too intimate, she was afraid of the indifference after his gentle fade. But at this time he, and so let her heart.

She put her backhand around his neck and kissed him affectionately.

A kiss, continuous intertwined, sucking, rubbing, I do not know how long and intimate, until the breath became short, Bo Jiayan left her already red lips.

If he didn't have something to do later, he would ask her, ask her, ask her again and again.

He straightened his waist slightly, and his expression slowly recovered from the confused state. He loosened her waist and said in a low voice, "remember, in the future, you can only have me as a man."

The voice is light, but full of overbearing.

Bo en is too lazy to pay attention to his hegemony. She would only have him, OK!

Bo Jiayan straightened his back, put one hand in his pocket, and put the other hand around Bo enen's neck. He approached her and said, "even if it's just a lover who warms the bed, it can only be my woman."

Without saying a word, Bo en turned his head and walked towards the door.

She had known for a long time that bochayan would no longer know what gentleness is after waking up.

It's sad that she is a real woman, but she becomes a lover.

Bo Jiayan, do you know what you are talking about? Hum!

Deftly avoiding the sight of the servant, Bo en went back to his room and took a shower.