Kiss You, Sweetheart

Bo Jiayan was more and more embarrassed, so she simply stretched out her hand to grab it.

But bochayan slipped it into his palm and held it.

Bo en looked at him for no reason.

Bo Jiayan slightly dropped his eyes, and slowly extended his other hand to Bo en en's neck socket, and gently tried to find her face. He drew a circle on her smooth cheek with his thumb, and his eyes were tender.

He lowered his voice, some choked: "in the future, let me prepare this thing."

Bo en en

Does he think she bought it?

But listening to him like this, Bo en was very happy, warm and moved. This kind of thing is a man's responsibility to a woman, his love and responsibility to the woman.

Moreover, he said that in the future, ha ha, has my little uncle decided to break his body for her?

"What is the future? I don't understand it." Bo en bit his lip and said on purpose.

Bo Jiayan pinched her soft face.

When he decided to be with her, he knew that this kind of thing was inevitable, so there was no need to avoid it.

It's just, it's not the right time.

Therefore, no matter how unforgettable the intimacy with Bo en, he can always pull away at the most critical time.

He pulled the quilt, gently covered Bo en en's body, took off the cold Bo Jia Yan, looked so warm.

"I'm responsible for you." He said in a low voice, "this thing is useless for the time being."

In Bo en's heart, there was not only his affection for her, but also a little loss. After all, she had already felt a lot just now, but suddenly she was called to brake. That feeling was not easy.

But think about Bo Jiayan, he should be more miserable than her.

"When was that?" Asked Du with his mouth.

Bochayan breathed a sigh, some self mocking: "when you can't bear it, just when."

Bo en en

Tone small depression, "it seems that my charm is not enough, actually can let you hold back."

"I don't think so." Bo Jiayan sighed, looking at Bo en en's beautiful face, a trace of bitterness, "you don't know my hard work."

He was almost burned by the fire in his body. If she was mature now, he would eat her even if she lay still.

But now, she is still so young, he has to endure hard.

"It can't be so hard." Bo en en said here, Jiao Jiao drooped her eyes, pulled the quilt, the voice was small, "I'd like to."

"Well, you're not even eighteen." Boka said softly that he felt guilty about asking her at this time.

"I'll be eighteen in a month."

But Bo Jiayan stood up and said, "it's very late. Go to bed."

"What do you mean?" He didn't get the answer he wanted. Bo en was a little dissatisfied. "Little uncle, can't you be 18 years old? It's very kind of you to bear with it. "

Bocha said nothing and reached out to turn off the light.

"Hey, it's a blow to a girl's self-confidence. Do you know, I'm depressed!"

This man is too principled!

Bochayan kept silent and lay down on the sofa.

"Oh, I see, little uncle, you can't do it." Bo en encouraged the general.

Bo Jiayan: "I'm not sure."

"Can I, you can't feel it?"

In the dark, Bo en giggled. Of course, she could feel it. She could feel it too much.