Kiss You, Sweetheart

But she's really not feeling well. After all, she had just experienced human affairs, and Bo Jiayan was so fierce that she could not bear it for a long time.

Just now she didn't want to tease him, just an instinctive tenderness.

Bo Jiayan's thoughtfulness makes Bo en's heart warm. He can't help but hook his neck. He looks at him with big eyes, especially lovely.

"Little uncle. "

" well. "

"Do you know what wish I just made?"

Bo Jiayan, with a smile on his mouth, held her chin and said, "if you want to say it, it won't work."

"No, I'll say it. I'll let you know." Bo en en leaned on his body, sticking tightly, "I want my little uncle to spoil me all my life. Even if, maybe we can't be together in the end, but I want to spoil like this for a lifetime. "

The smile on the corner of Bo Jiayan's mouth suddenly disappeared, and his chest hurt.

Maybe we can't be together in the end

A few piercing words.

She's not with him. Who else is she with? But how did they get together? Do you want to be so secretive all your life? The cruelty in reality, if you think about it, makes your heart ache like a needle.

"Don't be silly." Bo Jiayan pinched her chin, released her hand, and breathed, "of course, I will give you a lifetime."

He's already taken her body, isn't he?

The most precious things of a girl are given to him. Then how can he not spoil his life?

Bo en's warm smile, put his head against Bo Jiayan's jaw. It's not easy for them to be together. Where can she ask for more?

Contented is always happy.

But love always makes people dissatisfied

Bo en shook her head and didn't want to think about it any more. She let these unhappy things affect her mood.

"Here or in my room?" Bo Jiayan asked softly.

"I don't want to move." Bo en held him lazily.

"Then sleep like this." Bo Jiayan lifted the quilt and covered Bo en'en's small body.

Bo Jiayan lay flat. Bo en looked into his eyes and looked at a small tent on the quilt. With a smile, he felt a little sympathy for someone.

"Little uncle."

"Well?"

"Will it be tired after a night like this?"

Bo Jiayan: "I'm not sure."

"Sleep!" The tone of command, with displeasure.

***

Song Zhixin put out the fire and the garage was silent. The staircase leading to the living room was illuminated by the faint light of a wall lamp.

Two people sit in the car, the gas is slightly stagnant.

Song Zhixin's hand, gently moved over and held Demi's white hand in the palm of his hand. His body tilted slightly, breathing hot, blowing away in her neck socket.

Demi subconsciously has a evasive action to avoid song Zhixin's intimacy. But the palm of her hand was already sweating in the palm of song Zhixin's.

Fingers slightly curled up.

Her nervous little actions make song Zhixin smile a little bit. With a little bit of pain, she extends her hand and gently raises Demi's chin. Her eyes look at her vaguely.

Demi is a kind of beauty who can stand to see more and more. The more you look at her, you will find that she is more and more perfect. There is no dead angle in 360 degrees. The more you look at her, the more comfortable she is.

Her eyes slightly droop, long eyelashes, gently fan fan, make people love.