Kiss You, Sweetheart

But his expression was cold, like never in his heart sea, surging waves.

When Bo en saw that it was Bo Jiayan, her eyes were surprised, but more of it was a kind of peace of mind, and her whole life was obviously relaxed.

It's like it's you, not someone else.

However, that kind of reassuring eyes only flashed in her eyes for a second, and the expression on Bo en's face changed into a light pick, with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth.

"Little uncle, it's not good for you to come in without knocking."

Not so good!

Bo Jiayan walked quietly. He did all the worse things. Just looking at them, isn't it good?

As he approached step by step, Bo en retreated step by step. Without retreating a few steps, he retreated to the wall and stuck the towel on his chest.

But what can a small bath towel cover? On the contrary, it forms a kind of invisible temptation.

Bo Jiayan stares at her tightly. She is chilly. It's not like Bo Jiayan four years ago. It's more and more frightening.

Bo en en's back, close to the cold marble wall, gently slipped his throat, but his face still kept that kind of cynical, slightly frivolous smile.

Bo Jiayan had already come to her, and their bodies were slightly close to each other, which only separated the distance of the bath towel in Bo enen's hand.

The deep breath of Boka's words and the momentum of force make his popularity short, but Boen's face is very calm.

"Little uncle, can you go out first?"

"Little uncle?" Bo Jiayan raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth, reached out and pinched Bo en en's small chin, forcing her to raise her head, "it's not my husband's that is very intimate?"

Husband!

Heart, see in crack a blood, Bo en en en quickly restrain, hand beat off Bo Jiayan's hand: "little uncle, little girl frivolous, called to play."

However, Bo Jiayan entangled her hand and pulled her to his arms. With the other hand, he pulled off the bath towel that Bo en en had pressed on his chest. The whole person stuck tightly to him.

Bo Jiayan's smile became colder and colder. She felt more and more attractive fullness in some places. There was a fire burning rapidly in her heart.

"It's really a big woman." He said it with great meaning.

Bo en was clinging to his arms, feeling a little change in his body, surrounded by thousands of emotions in his heart. His body, once let her so provocative, so eager, she is familiar with his every change, familiar with his every passion when the action, familiar with him to bring her every joy.

After four years of absence, his breath is still burning in her body, but she can no longer cater to him.

Some dark memories, like the devil with an awl, came out of her heart, made her heart hurt and instinctively pushed him away.

But bocayan did not move. She was just a weak lamb in front of him. It was useless to resist.

Bo en had no choice but to stimulate him in language: "after being kneaded for four years, naturally he is more feminine."

Bo Jiayan: "I'm not sure."

This made bochayan's eyes cold as if he wanted to eat people.

Being rubbed for four years

"Bo en en!" He squeezed these three words out of his teeth, "you are shameless!"

His heartache is so fast that he will suffocate. No man can stand this sentence.