Xia Wanxin couldn't face such a gaze.

There was a subtle flutter in my heart, and I restrained myself from standing up.

His wrist was suddenly hooked by a pair of warm palms.

It was Bo Qingyun who held her hand.

His scorching body temperature was transmitted through his veins, his thin lips opened and closed, his tone was soft, and his voice was lingering and hazy: "Xing'er..."

Two short words.

Xia Wanxin's body suddenly froze.

Looking at him in disbelief, as if doubting his own ears.

Such tenderness was something he had never felt towards her before when he was awake.

I also vaguely remember that when I was a child, he once called her like this...

Xia Wanxin bit her lower lip, the memory of the dead attacking her inexplicably.

This feeling disgusted her.

The moment he came back to his senses, he wanted to shake him off.

But Bo Qingyun seemed to see her intention and refused to let her get her wish.

His loose and light hand suddenly pulled hard, and his thin lips tightened due to the force.

Xia Wanxin suddenly lost weight and fell forward, her vision turned upside down.

In the blink of an eye, she was firmly restrained by him in the booth, his broad body covering her body, and his breath was overwhelming in her breath.

"Bo Qingyun!"

Xia Wanxin was out of breath, screaming softly, and her beautiful eyes stared at him unexpectedly.

Bo Qingyun was looking down at her.

His eyes were too deep, as if he might fall in if he wasn't careful.

He held her wrist firmly, and his low-pitched voice was hoarse, but there was a hint of dependence and attachment: "Xing'er..."

He murmured again, his expression too profound.

At the moment when Xia Wan was slightly startled, Bo Qingyun's gaze had already dropped, landing on her soft red lips.

His eyes became more and more understanding.

The next moment, her thin lips pressed directly against hers!

"Ugh!"

Xia Wanxin's eyes widened and she was caught off guard. She used her hands and feet to push him away.

The more he struggled, the more forced Bo Qingyun became, like a copper wall imprisoning him.

He moved her two wrists to one palm, and with his free hand, he reached down and hooked her slender waist and exerted force.

The two bodies suddenly pressed together, with such force that it felt like they were going to rub her into her bones and blood.

"Bo Qingyun!"

Xia Wanxin shouted angrily, but as soon as she said it, she was swallowed up by him, and even gave him an opportunity to take advantage of her.

His movements were domineering, and the kiss was passionate, with a fiery breath that instantly ignited the air.

Xia Wanxin struggled, the blood all over her body seemed to be ignited and boiling, and her limbs were a little soft.

The surroundings were filled with fiery breath, and from time to time there were ambiguous sounds from men and women that made people blush.

I don’t know how long this state lasted.

Until he was breathing unevenly, his fingers went all the way down and touched the hem of his skirt.

Like a bucket of cold water poured down, Xia Wan's heart suddenly sobered up.

She was panting unevenly, gathered some strength, struggled out a hand and threw it at his face.

"Bo Qingyun, please see clearly who I am!"

Her voice was hoarse and her hands were weak.

The blow actually didn't hurt, but the coldness and sarcasm in his eyes were too sharp.

Stared by such eyes, Bo Qingyun stopped almost instantly and looked at her blankly.

It was a similar confused look.

Xia Wanxin had never seen such an expression on his face.

Then he pursed his thin lips, seeming a little aggrieved.
Chapter completed!