Kiss You, Sweetheart

Song Zhixin had never seen Bo Jiayan like this. From small to large, his willpower was surprisingly strong. But at that time, a 1.9-meter-old man, like a helpless child, stood by the broken glass on the ground and wept silently.

The hand drips blood, trembles slightly, actually does not feel the pain.

KTV, a singer singing "fork in the road, you left I right, we are stubborn never look back..."

Song Zhixin was infected and his eyes were red. He hugged Bo Jiayan and wept with him: "Jiayan, I saw you cry for the first time. We are worthy of being brothers. Even if we are sad by women, we will not let each other alone. "

It was the only time that bochayan failed to control himself. Since then, he has become more and more silent.

Bocayan took his last breath of smoke, sat upright and drove into the garage.

Outside the balcony of Bo en's room, there is a ladder leading to the garden. Instead of entering the hall through the main door, Bo Jiayan walked around the garden, like an adulterer, turning his back on his ears and eyes, and slowly stepping up the stairs.

The door of the terrace is wide open. Under the crystal chandelier, the red wine glass is swaying and shining, and there is still a mouthful of red wine in the glass. On the armchair next to the tea table, there is a white silk scarf, which gives off the fragrance of silk, making Bo Jiayan feel so familiar.

He gazed at the scarf, bent slightly and picked it up. The smell of Bo en'en is getting heavier and heavier. It is still green and astringent in the past, but more of it is the charming aroma of mature women.

In the past four years, he has missed her transformation from a girl to a woman, but he can still smell that it belongs to Bo en.

A little warm, drill into his heart, let him surge a long time no impulse.

All kinds of good memories swarmed in, let Bo Jiayan hold the hand of silk scarf, slightly clench. A pair of warm eyes, low through the misty white curtain, fall to the room.

The frosted glass in the bathroom gives off a warm yellow light and the sound of water. The scene of that night four years ago reappears.

He came back drunk, jealous of her intimacy with Mo Chong, and nearly went off the rails.

It was his first time to see through Bo en's green but well-developed body. Since then, although he refused her coldly, but every time in the dead of night, Bo en'en's attractive posture in the water would not help but penetrate into his mind.

He did not know how many "maps" he had drawn for her.

At this time, as if years ago that night, again. The silk scarf slipped from bochayan's hand. He walked slowly into the room and walked slowly towards the bathroom.

The sound of the water is like an attractive cup.

But Bo Jiayan stopped in front of the door, looked at the hazy and graceful posture on the glass, took a deep breath, and slightly slipped his throat.

He put his hand on the doorknob and stopped for a few seconds, wondering if he should push it.

The sound of water stops at this time.

He heard Bo en's voice of taking down the bath towel from the clothes rack. He felt a trace of impulse in his heart, so he pushed the bathroom door open with his hand.

The sudden strange noise startled Bo en who was wiping the water on his body. Instinctively, he pressed the towel to his chest, turned and looked at the door in surprise.

The four eyes are opposite, and the time is stagnant.

Bo Jiayan stares at Bo en'en's once familiar body