Under Bao Jinghan's close gaze, a hint of complexity gradually ignited in his warm and indifferent eyes.
But those merciless lips never moved.
"Hey," a cold laugh escaped from his lips.
Exquisite eyebrows, still charming.
It seems to have thousands of styles, but it seems to be covered with thin ice.
It's like a perfect glass mask, impeccable and yet inexplicably distressing.
"Don't worry, Lu Yan and I... we're not as nasty as you think."
The soft voice was like broken ice, hitting Bo Junchen's heart word by word, making him frown slightly involuntarily.
Bo Jinghan turned a blind eye and elegantly brushed his long hair over his cheek.
With a bit of self-deprecation and a bit of playful sarcasm, he said: "Uncle, you don't think that I have done anything to disgrace myself and embarrass the Bo family!"
She still remembered the indiscriminate slap she received a few days ago.
The burning pain seemed to still be on my cheek.
So she deliberately emphasized the word "again", mixed with the grievance and anger suppressed in her heart!
"Han Han..."
"I don't want to talk to you right now!"
Interrupting his words, Bo Jinghan turned his face silently, closed his eyes and leaned on the car seat to fall asleep.
Bo Junchen stared at her quietly without blinking.
For a long time, he sighed silently and thought to himself: It seems that the slap really made her anxious. However, this is good, at least...
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The spring night is slightly cool.
There seemed to be a fire in the merchant's wedding room.
Fragrant, charming——
Under the dim light, a pair of figures were entangled on the over-sized bed.
Against the backdrop of cheerful bedsheets, the white figure looks particularly striking.
Ye Jiaojiao's screams came one after another.
She was as weak and weak as a kitten, which was pitiable, but the man pressing her couldn't help but want to intensify the ravage and vent the crazy desires in his belly.
Continuous collisions, deep and heavy.
Ye Jiaojiao was sobbing even more pitifully, as if she might faint at any moment.
But the man did not let her go. Instead, he suddenly changed her direction, lifted her waist from behind, and pressed her over again!
Slap, collide, ravage...
He completely used her as a fire extinguisher to quench the flames rising in his belly.
And Ye Jiaojiao happens to know how to please a man.
She is like a dodder flower born to cling to a man, docile and well-behaved.
In bed, he also knows how to accommodate.
No matter how much the man tosses, she will not show a trace of pain. On the contrary, it will make the man feel that she is enjoying it and enjoying the greatest happiness he has brought to her!
"Hmm...ah..."
The screams that penetrated the bones became more and more frequent.
Ye Jiaojiao twisted wildly, and Chuchu's pitiful screams became louder and louder.
Until, a high-pitched yet weak trembling scream pierced the room filled with ambiguous atmosphere.
Ye Jiaojiao trembled and knelt down on the bed.
Shang Haotian took advantage of the situation and pressed on her, pressing her shoulders and breathing heavily.
His hot breath fell on her sweaty but smooth back.
The man's hoarse voice came from my ears: "Baby, you performed so well today!"
Ye Jiaojiao pursed her lips coyly and rubbed his chest affectionately.
"Haotian..." A slightly tired voice, sweet and low-pitched: "How good are you? I can't tell you clearly. How do people know whether you are talking about just now or today at Qiao's house?
