Mr.Bo, Love me please be gentle!

"It hurts!"

Ali stood in front of the mirror, his eyebrows tightly screwed up, and his white and greasy skin lined the blue and purple around his waist, which was particularly conspicuous.

She guessed that she might be bruised, but she didn't expect it to be so serious.

Ali endured the pain and carefully put on his pajamas. He had to find medicine oil to rub the bruise away.

Moreover, brother Bo can't know about the injury, otherwise he will be angry.

With an idea in mind, Ali immediately went to Aunt Zhang and took a bottle of medicine oil. Aunt Zhang asked. She only said that she accidentally twisted her foot and dared not disclose her injury.

Back in the room, Ali immediately looked at some medicine oil in the palm of his hand, and then rubbed it in the blue and purple.

"Hiss -"

She couldn't help taking a breath and showed her teeth in pain.

Ali suddenly remembered when she was a child. At that time, she was very naughty and naughty than ordinary boys. She was so energetic that she never called tired. It also led to her bumping here and there. She was also afraid of pain.

Every time grandpa rubbed the bruises on her legs and arms with oil, she would cry with pain, and her tears fell down, as if they were worthless at all.

Then, Grandpa would scold her and love her at the same time.

At that time, she was carefree every day and didn't need to think about anything, but later

"Knock, knock..."

A regular knock on the door suddenly sounded.

Ali was stunned for a moment. His hand just ready to pour the medicine oil shook three times and almost didn't fall to the ground.

She quickly put down her lifted pajamas and stuffed the medicine into the drawer of the bedside table. When all this was done, Ali suddenly found that there was an unpleasant smell in the room.

"Ah ah..."

She was about to cry foolishly by herself. A pair of small hands clenched into fists waved hard. How could she forget that the medicine oil tasted too strong and couldn't be dispersed for a while.

At this moment, Ali's heart is broken. She wants to find a piece of tender tofu and hit it.

The knock on the door outside sounded again, still not impatient.

However, Ali knew that the man was best at camouflage. On the surface, he looked at the light wind and clouds, and even could talk and laugh with you, but if you were serious, you didn't know how you died.

Ali curled his mouth and walked towards the door step by step with heavy steps like a snail.

Standing behind the door, Ali took a deep breath and decided to confess to him.

The door opened, and the man's slender body stood at the door, like an unyielding Populus euphratica in the desert.

Bo Hanchi couldn't help picking his eyebrows. A once familiar smell filled his sense of smell.

His eyes were dark and he said in a deep voice, "are you hurt?"

This is a determined tone. There is no doubt.

Ali pursed her lips, pitifully drooped her head and looked like "I'm wrong, don't beat me", but the rest of her eyes secretly stared at the Yingmei face.

Seeing that the man in front of him was not angry, Ali breathed a sigh of relief, and the hanging heart finally fell back.

This little shape fell into Bo Hanchi's eyes. He was in a state of bewilderment for a moment. He didn't say anything!

"Where's the injury?"

He asked with a calm face.

Ali threw his mouth, pointed to his waist, and then quietly explained, "in fact, those who were not seriously hurt were accidentally kicked and bruised here."

Listening to her, the man's eyes were cold, and a dangerous breath crossed from the bottom of his eyes.

Under the pressure of his anger, Bo Hanchi collected his mind and said quietly, "lift it up and let me have a look!"

The man's voice was neither light nor heavy, and it sounded like there was no fluctuation at all. However, Ali counseled in an instant and dared not disobey him at all.

She lowered her eyes, clenched her teeth and lifted up her pajamas at her waist.

There is a big bruise on the white and delicate skin.

At that moment, Ali only felt that the temperature of the surrounding air had dropped and could not help shivering. She dared not look at the man in front of her for fear that she would be frozen by his eyes.

Bo Hanchi's face was so ugly that it could almost drip water.

Especially those black eyes seem to be brewing a terrible storm.

"Go to bed!"

The man's voice is low and cold, with a strong voice.

Ali was stunned for a moment, raised his head, looked at him suspiciously with a pair of beautiful apricot eyes, blinked innocently, opened the corners of his mouth, smiled and said, "well, are you going to sleep now?"

Thin cold pool narrowed his eyes and stared at the girl in front of him. The light flowed at the bottom of his dark eyes.

That look made Ali's heart jump.

She subconsciously raised her hand and pressed it on her chest. Don't jump so fast! Don't jump so fast!

"Ali, can you tell me what you think every day in your little head?"

The man's eyes were light, his thin lips were slightly tilted, and he stared at the white little face meaningfully.

Ali quickly shook his head, like a child who had done something wrong. He stood quietly in place and muttered, "I didn't think of anything."

Suddenly I felt wrong again and quickly added, "I have something I want to learn every day."

Listening to the girl's soft waxy voice in front of me, the thin cold pool's dark eyes were slightly dark, and said with a calm face, "I asked you to lie in bed to help you rub the bruises around your waist."

Ali was slightly stunned. He just felt his cheeks burning. He wanted to bury his head like an ostrich.

Looking at the embarrassed girl in front of her, Bo Hanchi slightly tilted her lips, looking in a good mood.

"Not yet!"

"Oh, oh!"

……

Ali obediently took out the medicine oil he had hidden and handed it to the man around him. At the moment, he happened to have a pair of meaningful eyes. Ali's beautiful little face turned red again.

She just felt that she was going to be stupid and cry, and even played tricks in front of the old fox!

Thin cold pool picked his eyebrows, took the medicine oil in his hand, and then said undoubtedly, "lie down!"

Ali rolled his eyes, lay on his side slightly, and exposed the bruise on his waist.

Watching the man around him pour the medicine oil skillfully, Ali's body stretched tight on the bed.

She half narrowed her eyes, smiled, looked at him pleasantly, and said, "when rubbing for a while, can you lighten it?"

On the pair of clear apricot eyes in front of him, Bo Hanchi collected his mind, deliberately calm his face and said: "the strength is too light, the bruises will not disperse, you don't want to wake up early tomorrow morning, and you can't even straighten your waist!"

When he said this, the warm and generous palm of the man had been pressed on Ali's waist.

The strength was so strong that Ali cried out in an instant.