In Nuoda's hall, only Bo Junchen was sitting on the sofa, and Su Nuanxia was standing behind the sofa, not far away from him.
The gorgeous and magnificent light of crystals is a bit dazzling.
Two figures are shrouded in the lamp.
The appearance and figure of these two people all have the color of Jiangnan ink painting, just like the artistic conception in the words, simple and elegant, full of the classical charm of ink painting, gentle and elegant.
But the aura they exuded was incompatible with their own appearance.
One is cold and inscrutable.
A charming and sinister person.
But they all have one thing in common. Even though the two people have completely different personalities and looks, they can be blended together without feeling out of place at all!
In the silence, Su Nuanxia took the first step and walked in the direction of Bo Junchen.
Wearing soft slippers and stepping on thick carpet.
Su Nuanxia approached the sofa silently, and wrapped her hands around Bo Junchen's back, like a snake, wrapping around his neck. Her fingertips softly circled his chest, spinning around.
Another time, he walked slowly through the thin layer of shirt, as if provocatively.
The intimate movements seemed like flirting.
Under the shroud of light, it has a unique and intimate atmosphere that makes people think endlessly!
But as soon as the two of them opened their mouths, the intimacy was filled with layers of doubts that were hard to fathom——
"Why don't you explain or refute? Is it because you can't explain anything, because you feel guilty and have nothing to say, or because you don't think this matter has anything to do with you at all, and you feel uneasy, so you don't bother to explain anything. Dear God of Bo plague,
Why don't you let me guess what's going on in your mind, huh?"
Her cheek rubbed against the side of his face affectionately.
Su Nuanxia's voice is very sweet and has a natural characteristic. Of course, this characteristic is usually not noticed by the human body, because the first thing most people notice is the coldness in her voice.
breath.
Her series of questions seemed like gentle inquiries.
But only those who are there know that this is a question!
Bo Junchen was silent for a few seconds, his eyes falling on the pair of snow-white catkins on his chest that kept teasing him.
His originally cold face suddenly became a little darker.
He frowned slightly.
"I don't understand what you are saying."
"Ha, Bowen God, you don't understand? Do you not understand the literal meaning, or do you not understand the deeper meaning? Even if you don't understand my words, do you understand Li Yi's words? Haha
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Hot breath blew softly into his ears.
Su Nuanxia tilted her face, her lips brushing against his cheek from time to time.
That touch that feels like a kiss but not a kiss is the most sultry charm!
"Su Nuanxia, I told you last time not to provoke me again. I don't want my feelings for you to result in this kind of humiliation!"
Bo Junchen's voice suddenly became cold.
He quickly took action and tightly grasped the pair of mischievous catkins.
As soon as they turned their heads, their eyes met.
One is profound and complex, the other is cold, charming and contemptuous.
The moment they looked at each other, Su Nuanxia was not forced to shut up by his inquiry. Instead, she suddenly smiled strangely.
Laughed loudly.
Then he once again issued a provocation to him that was not afraid of death, just to annoy him: "Why, are you angry? Is it because I poked your pain, or am I feeling sorry for Bo Niuer's suffering because of you?!"
