Kiss You, Sweetheart

On the surface, she has a lot of people love her, grandparents, grandparents. But which child doesn't want to be loved by his parents?

That piece is the weakest part of Bo en's heart.

Bo Jiayan's lips, slightly bent, lie down next to Bo en'en, her breath has calmed down, gently shallow, let people feel a little peace of mind.

At first, it was difficult for him to accept her wild and small lustful character, but now he has a feeling of loving her.

He may not be able to make up for her lack of fatherly love and maternal love, but he will give her the most comprehensive protection in her life.

Who made him her little uncle.

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the bright sunshine, warm sprinkled a room, in the Fuhua furniture, gilt out a beautiful light.

Bo en opened his eyes, and there was a lazy morning in his eyes.

Bo Jiayan held her in his arms, maintaining the posture of coaxing her to sleep last night. The warmth of his chest, wave after wave through the thin layer of pajamas, penetrated into the skin of en en en, making her whole body warm and soft.

She looked at Bo Jiayan in a trance. How could she sleep next to him? Did she sleepwalk last night and climb onto my little uncle's bed?

However, it seems that she doesn't have the habit of sleepwalking. Even if she did, he would pull her down and throw her on the ground when she climbed to bochayan's bed.

But now, she's sleeping safely beside him. What's the situation?

Bo en en tried his best to recall that he had a nightmare last night. She lay flat, staring at the ceiling, with a little sadness in her eyes.

After that car accident, she left the habit of having nightmares. From time to time, the tragic scene will appear in her dreams.

In the past, there were grandparents who appeased her in the middle of the night. Later, they all left. The last time I had a dream was a month ago. She woke up alone in the room, crying and opening her eyes until dawn. No one paid any attention to her.

Now, or in the future, in such an uncomfortable moment, will my little uncle be with me?

Think of here, Bo en en eyes of small sentimental into a small warm. She leaned over and looked at Bo Jiayan's sleeping face with soft eyes.

My little uncle is sleeping soundly!

What a nice looking man.

Two rows of long eyelashes, thick form two beautiful arc, Bo en en really can't find the right words to describe his handsome.

"Little uncle." She called softly.

Bochayan did not respond.

He was wearing a robe with a belt, and the neckline was wide open, revealing the strong chest of wheat skin. The chest muscles puffed up little by little, which made Bo en have the impulse to press.

Lust heart, some ready to move. Every time I want to press it, I'm stopped by him. Now is it

Bo en pursed his mouth, took a look at Bo Jiayan with closed eyes, quietly stretched out his index finger and pressed it gently towards his chest. But as soon as her fingers touched bokayan's skin, her tiny wrist was snapped.

Suddenly awakened, Bo Jiayan, like a beast whose safety is threatened, quickly presses Bo en en under his body. In his amber eyes, he shoots a cold and sharp light. Like a sword, he makes people shiver.

"Little uncle, you hurt me." Bo en en porcelain white face, covered with a layer of because of being pressed on the body, and breathing difficulties of the red halo, light in her white face rhyme open, like snow red plum.