Kiss You, Sweetheart

Bo en en can feel Bo Jiayan's strong desire. He suddenly feels a little distressed for him. His body softens involuntarily and gives up struggling.

Just then, in the quiet corridor, there was a gentle knock on the door, and then song Lifang's voice: "Jiayan?"

In the quiet night, even though song Lifang's voice is very small, it still sounds like thunder.

Bo Jiayan's hand, a fierce meal, the desire in his eyes quickly receded, like someone suddenly poured a basin of cold water, no, it was ice water, let his whole person ice startled.

He looked at Bo en en, at her beautiful eyes, some scared eyes, make her like a lamb caught by a wolf, unable to resist.

Bochayan suddenly felt guilty.

His jaw tightened. Reason came back, and guilt poured in. All kinds of emotions tightened his heart.

Bo Jiayan, what do you want to do to her? She is your brother's own daughter, is your own niece, you even want to sleep her!

Song Lifang's knock on the door, so timely, strangled the number of crimes.

On the cliff, Bo Jiayan's body suddenly exudes a layer of cold sweat.

Without hearing Bo Jiayan's answer, song Lifang knocked on the door twice and called twice. But in Bo en en's room, it is impossible for him to make a sound.

Song Lifang murmured in her heart. The driver told her that the young master had come back and had a lot to drink, so she came to have a look. But why is there no one in the room? Where was the meeting? She thought, so she called bochayan.

Fortunately, at the banquet, Bo Jiayan turned his mobile phone to silent.

He took the mobile phone, took a deep look at the nervous Bo en en, got up and got out of bed, pulled the quilt over and covered her body.

He went to the terrace and slid the door open. On the balcony outside Bo en's room, there is a ladder leading to the garden. He goes down in a hurry. At the last step of the ladder, he connects song Lifang.

"Mom."

"Where are you, Jiayan? Haven't you gone home? Why is there no one in the room?"

"I'm blowing the night wind in the garden."

"What? In a bad mood? "

"No Bo Jiayan walked slowly along the flower path toward the gate. "I just drank too much and wanted to breathe."

"I just heard Lao Zhang say that you drink a lot. I'm not sure I'll come to see you." Song Lifang mild tone, "your father is coming back soon, I boil you wake up wine soup, you first to drink it."

"Well." Bo Jiayan hung up his cell phone.

The cool night breeze made his brain clear. He raised his head slightly, saw the light in Bo en's room, and his face sank.

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since then, one person (1)

after Bo Jiayan left, Bo en en's whole body was still in the quilt, holding the edge of the quilt tightly, revealing a small head, and his eyes were a little blurred.

On the body, it seems that there is still a heavy feeling of being pressed by bochayan. It seems that the places on his body where he has been lightly kissed, caressed or pinched are still in a dull pain. It really reminds Bo en that the person just now, just one step away, has eaten her dry.

In the air, there is the ambiguous atmosphere that two people just entangled.

Bo en puffed his cheeks and let out a long breath. He felt something unspeakable in his heart. Joy, loss or some other complex feeling that is not clear.

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for the sake of en en en's physical and mental health, I think it's better to let my little uncle eat when he is sober. It's a little bit of Calvin. The other two chapters are updated in the afternoon. Please leave a message first!