Kiss You, Sweetheart

She turned and left first, leaving Bo Xin in a daze.

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the days when I don't go to school are so comfortable that I can linger with my quilt. Bo Jiayan came back from morning exercise, and Bo en en was still curled up in the quilt, a small ball, which seemed to attract people's love.

Bo Jiayan stood at the door and saw that Bo en didn't wake up, so he didn't plan to go into the house. He was afraid that when he took a shower, the sound of water would wake her up.

The corners of his mouth are a little soft. He is pulling the door handle to close the door, but he hears Bo en's raving voice: "little uncle..."

Bo Jiayan's drooping eyes lifted, instinctively "eh".

Bo en didn't move again.

Is this little girl talking in her sleep?

Bo Jiayan laughed a little and wanted to close the door again. As if he knew it, Bo en called out again: "little uncle..."

Molesting him?

This sound is a little wheezing, like Let Bo Jiayan listen, his body is a little hot.

What's this girl crazy about?

He pauses, pushes the door open and quietly enters the room.

There was a little movement in the quilt. The little man in the quilt wormed like a bug. A pillow was held in her arms.

Pink Du Du's lips, is gently rubbing the pillow.

"Little uncle I want to... "

Bo Jiayan: "I'm not sure."

Listening to the soft and panting voice of Bo en'en, Bo Jiayan's heart was like ten thousand ants crawling and itching.

Little girl, absolutely is doing that what dream!

Ah!

Are you really hungry?

With a trace of love in his eyes, Bo Jiayan sat down beside the bed and touched Bo en en's red face.

"Up, Eun."

Bo Jiayan is right to guess that Bo Wuwu's situation can only be as he imagined that he was having an ulterior dream.

Although his voice was light, his early morning sleep was shallow, and Bo en was awakened. Just a little sleepy, she stared at Bo Jiayan for several seconds, as if she didn't know him.

Bo Jiayan's hand was on her face, and the belly of his thumb gently stroked her. The whole person sent out a warm breath.

Bo en en finally came back to his senses, but suddenly he turned his mouth, snorted and turned his back to Bo Jiayan. He was very upset.

"What's the matter?"

"I hate it." Bo en Du shouts, "don't you know people are dreaming?"

He had a good dream. He almost knocked Bo Jiayan down, but he woke him up. In reality, dream, he is not satisfied with her!

So, can you be happy in your heart?

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Bo Jiayan coaxed her and rubbed her hair. "If you don't sleep for a while, maybe you'll go back to your dream."

Bo en, listening, is really laughing and crying. No one could dream back. She sat up and threw herself into bocayan's arms and hung his neck.

Why can't she get angry with this man? She can always resolve all her little grievances in a word.

"I don't care. I want you to give me a dream." When Bo en spoke, pink lips gently brushed Bo Jiayan's neck, brushing and brushing to his chin, and the final destination was naturally his lips.

Bo Jia Yan let her can be a strong provocation, small lips around his lips, he will be impolite to defend for attack, deep sucking kiss.