Kiss You, Sweetheart

He lifted the quilt and went to bed. He was still in bed, but he couldn't sleep.

He is a very sensitive person to smell. Beside his pillow, the fragrance of Bo en's hair lingers all the time. Along with the quilt, there is also a fragrance of her body, which is the unique fresh smell of a girl.

Light, but very strong invasion into the heart of Bo Jiayan.

Like thin silk, gently, around his heart, about the crisp itch. In the dark, with a sigh, Bo Jiayan suddenly sat up and turned on the light at the head of the bed. His face was cold and low.

He leaned on the bed for a while, resolutely got out of bed, went into the bathroom and took a cold shower.

He closed his eyes. On his strong muscle lines, water waves flowed and condensed into beads on his bronze skin.

Bo Jiayan, are you crazy! How short of a woman are you when you think of your little niece in such a dirty way?

Shit!

He clenched his teeth and suddenly opened his eyes with a cold and sharp light.

After his mind calmed down, bochayan went out of the bathroom and dressed carefully. He was ready to return to the army. Because he wanted to dress directly, he didn't wear a bathrobe. He was wearing a small inner garment and was picking up his trousers to wear.

At this time, the closed door was pushed open by the gentle rotation of the lock.

Bo Jiayan subconsciously put his pants in front of him, and then he saw Bo en's little figure, walking slowly towards the bedside in the hazy light.

With her eyes closed, she seemed to be sleepwalking, but she was familiar with her way and went to the bedside of Bo Jiayan. When her head tilted, she fell on the bed.

She was lying on her stomach in a big shape, with a very comfortable low chant in her mouth, like an extremely tired person, who finally found comfort to her heart.

She just lay on the bed of Bo Jiayan, and muttered: "little, little uncle, I, I love sleeping, sleeping with you..."

Bo Jiayan's nerves tightened and his face slightly changed.

"Your bed..." A girl finally gave the last half a complete complement.

Bochayan's eyes flashed and he continued to wear his pants. Since he liked his bed so much, he gave it to her.

He dressed quickly and was ready to leave. When he passed by the bed, he heard Bo en murmur: "little uncle, no, don't go..."

Bocayan's step was a meal. This girl, is there a super sensitive one?

The corner of the lip rolled up a faint sneer and knew that she was talking in her sleep. Bo Jiayan didn't want to pay attention and continued to walk towards the door. Just as he was going out, Bo en made a sound again.

"Little uncle Cold... "

Boka speechless pause step, partial head looked at only wearing a thin pajamas of Bo en en, small, very unsightly open her limbs, light lying on his bed.

The air conditioner is on in the room. It's strange that she isn't cold.

But Bo Jiayan really didn't want to care about her.

It's not that I don't want to manage, but Bo Jiayan suddenly got a little annoyed. He couldn't understand his emotions. He could only blame the little girl for her many things.

Finally, unable to bear to see her catch a cold, Bo Jiayan turned back to his room and lifted the quilt. Then he reached out to hold Bo en'en and wanted to put her in the quilt.

Bo en'en's hand, however, was like a vine growing in accordance with the trend, which suddenly caught Bo Jiayan's neck, and his small head tightly nestled in his chest