Kiss You, Sweetheart

Bo en en's long skirt was soon wet by the rolling waves, and it was close to her thigh. This thin skirt was in vain.

At the end of the curve, don't be afraid to look directly at me.

In the end, Bo en en is almost 18 years old. Her two white and slender legs are as white as sheep's fat jade immersed in the sea water. With the blue sky as the curtain and the floating clouds as the scenery, Bo en was so beautiful that he couldn't move his eyes.

Bo en ran into the sea again, regardless of the wet skirt, just chasing the waves, the whole beach was filled with her laughter.

Mo Chong sat on the beach and watched her happy in the sea. Just look at her simple laughter, it makes people feel happy.

His feet, unconsciously rubbing sand, but met a hard object.

When I move my foot, I see a heart-shaped pebble. In the center of the stone, there is another heart-shaped maroon pattern. Like heart set heart, heart to heart, is a unique beautiful stone.

Mo Chong picked it up, brushed the fine sand clean, and then put it into his pocket.

Bo en was tired of playing and stepped on the soft sand to Mo Chong's side. No matter the skirt is dry or wet, just sit on the beach, untie the knot of the skirt and let it dry.

"No more?" Asked Mo Chong.

Bo en smashed his mouth: "a little want to eat ice cream, strange."

"I'll buy it for you." Mo Chong immediately stood up. He almost responded to Bo en's request, "are you waiting for me here or going with me?"

"I'll wait for you here." Bo en opened the knot tied to his knees and scattered his skirt. "I'll dry my skirt."

At this time, the sun is a little big.

"Well, don't run around." Mo Chong's advice of concern.

"I'm not a kid." Bo en's mouth is low, but his heart is happy. He is always happy to be cared about.

Mo Chong walked towards the coast. Bo en sat on the beach, looked at the wide sea and hummed softly. Hum hum hum, wilt voice, gently "eat" a.

I feel like urinating.

She looked around, this piece of light, not even a block to block the stone. Although it is sparsely populated, there are also a few tourists playing around.

Looking a little further, Bo en saw a wooden hut on a cliff, with some Nordic style. There should be a toilet.

Thinking about it, Bo en stood up, patted the sand on his feet, put on his shoes, and went up a path to the hut.

Around the wooden house, there is a small fence, wrapped with some lush vines, occasionally small flowers open. The wooden door of the fence was not closed, and a path of gravel flowers led to the door of the wooden house.

I don't know who lives here. It's very interesting.

Bo en stood in front of the gate and knocked softly: "is anyone there?"

She asked several times in a row, but no one answered.

And the gate, in fact, is hidden.

At this time, not only urine, but also other "meaning" also hit, Bo en en covered his stomach for a while, but also ignored so much, directly pushed the door open and went in.

Borrow a toilet, the owner should not blame it, who does not have a "emergency" time.

She didn't even have time to appreciate the layout of the room, so she rushed to find the toilet. As soon as she closed it, she sat on the toilet.

A burst of happy dripping, the whole person is relaxed.