Kiss You, Sweetheart

About to get up, Bo en en hook his neck, eyes small cunning: "little uncle, I want to kiss you back is fair."

Fair! There are so many reasons to eat tofu.

The pink and tender lips fell on Bo Jiayan's forehead. Of course, Bo Xiaoniu's good night kiss would not be a dragonfly skimming water. She pressed his forehead and her lips moved down slowly. She touched Bo Jiayan's strong bridge of nose and tip of nose, and finally fell on his lips. She attacked and plundered the city.

Four lips, gently sucking, touching and gentle, this is really irresistible temptation.

Bo Jiayan's body temperature is slowly rising. Which time did she not stop him until he was on the verge of losing control? He moved each other's bodies hard, looked at Bo en's moist eyes, with a trace of thirsty light, almost couldn't help it.

But who is he? He has a body like steel and a will like steel. When it's time to control, he can absolutely control it.

He patted her on the face, like coaxing a child: "sleep, eh."

Bo en pouted and was spoiled.

Bo Jiayan pulled the quilt and gently covered her. The corners of her mouth slightly bent, then he reached out and turned off the light.

Ah, the man who has been a soldier is so calm! Obviously the reaction is so strong, actually can leave as if nothing happened.

It seems that the road to topple is quite difficult!

***

the next day, Bo en woke up early and would gather at eight o'clock to take a bus to Shangri La.

Bocayan has the habit of getting up early, which naturally wakes up. And Bo Xin, not to mention that a bed was taken up by Bo Jiayan's burly body. He was so pitifully curled up as a shrimp that he didn't dare move all night, let alone sleep well.

Bo Jiayan is standing on the corridor with charming wind and color. Those female tourists who live in other rooms are extremely amazing. They wander back and forth in the corridor with various excuses just to attract Bo Jiayan's attention.

It's a pity that Bo Jiayan is a millennium iceberg. He doesn't give a bird a glance at those warblers and swallows.

But Bo en looked at the women in their pajamas who were wandering around Bo Jiayan, and he was not happy.

Now this man, it's her, OK!

Bo en quietly stepped out of the door and gently hugged Bo Jiayan from behind. His tone was too gentle to say: "good morning, dear!"

She didn't mean to call her little uncle. She was declaring sovereignty. This "grass" has its owner!

If not, those female tourists with all kinds of flower crazy eyes, after seeing Bo en en's so intimate action and address, slightly restrained, returned to the room.

In the end, Bo Jiayan is a sultry nature. In front of people, he doesn't show his love. Turning around, he pulled Bo en's little hand and asked, "are you ready?"

"Well, let's go to Shangri La."

"Well?" Bo Jiayan slightly frowned, "still noisy?"

"No Bo en looked down slightly, with a solemn expression, "little uncle, Shangri La is an agreement between me and Mo Chong, although I know that I can't find him when I go there.

But I can feel at ease, little uncle. Do you understand that feeling? It's like fulfilling a wish. "

Bo Jiayan is a little silent. It's hard for him to see Bo en'en's serious speech, which shows Mo Chong's position in her heart. As a normal man, for the opposite sex in Bo en en's heart, how much let him some taste.