Kiss You, Sweetheart

This made bocayan's tenacious resistance a little weaker.

"Little uncle!" Bo en's voice clearly called out, the corners of his mouth still have a smile, a bit charming.

"Then you go down." Bochayan's voice was a little colder, "don't be crazy any more."

"I'm not crazy." Between Bo en's lips and teeth, she sucked out a hot aroma of wine. One of her hands, I don't know when, had been attached to his chest, and her fingers moved slightly.

Bo Jiayan: "I'm not sure."

His throat is dry and slippery.

Bo en en's lips stuck up again, with a bit of half drunk and half awake shyness, gently brushing Bo Jiayan's face. Although she was short, her soft hair gently lifted on his face.

Soft moist lips, gently slide over his resolute cheek, fell on his neck, warm close.

Bo Jiayan's heart, like a hot iron, suddenly tightened his hand on Bo en's waist

He seems to have some despairing voice: "want to mess up, isn't it?"

"Well?" Bo en's low voice, with a kind of infatuated drunk Nan.

Damn it! If you want to make a mess, make a mess.

Bo Jiayan was so excited by the sound that he quickly turned over and pressed Bo en'en hard. They were close to each other. The hardness of Bo Jiayan made Bo en's face red.

"Little uncle." She some timid looking at the pressure on her man, eyes with the light of the beast, as if to devour her.

She was a little scared, but she was thirsty.

"Shut up." Bo Jiayan roared in low anger and gasped heavily. He held Bo en en en's pajamas by his big hand, and his eyes were shining red.

Bo en's chest was slightly undulating, rubbing against Bo Jiayan's chest. His hand pulled down fiercely

Ding, Ding, Ding, inflexible mobile phone ring tone, but at this time secretly cut through a room ambiguous.

Bo Jiayan, like being scalded, quickly got up from Bo en'en and took out the mobile phone in his trouser pocket, which was called by Li long.

"Hello."

"Boss, the instructor sent our class to military training and asked you where you went."

Bo Jiayan: "I'm not sure."

There is no reason to yell at Li Long: "roll!"

On the bed, Bo en slightly curled up, and the waist of her pajamas was collapsing in her abdomen, revealing her most proud snow-white waist, which was so beautiful that it made her nose bleed.

She was half sober and looked shyly at the profile of Bo Jiayan sitting by the bed. He was holding a mobile phone and the outline was too hard to bear to look directly at.

"Little uncle." She gave a soft, tentative cry.

Bo Jiayan did not answer her, but his eyes were slightly jumping. He quickly put the mobile phone back in his pocket, got out of bed and walked straight to the door, very quickly.

All of it ends in this ring.

Should he thank Li long for this call, or should he hate him?

"Little uncle."

Behind him, Bo en called with a trace of urgency. But Bo Jiayan left without looking back, saying nothing.

Rational return, he is as cold as iron, full of only two words: brake!

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those who wish to take the bait (1)

Bo Jiayan rushed back to the army in the night. In the dormitory, everyone was still awake. I was surprised to see Bo Jiayan come back at this time.

Headed by Li long, several brothers who had made friends with him immediately surrounded him. Like a dog, Li Long leaned close to Bo Jiayan's chest, sniffed, smelled and fanned.