Nan Jiaojiao was dizzy after being kissed and was stunned for a while. Bo Yanqing's mouth took a bite from behind her ear to her neck like punishment, and then hugged her up.

She picked it up with her waist and Nan Jiaojiao leaned back uncontrollably and almost broke.

Bo Yanqing hugged her back, kissed her while walking, hugged her and put it on the sofa, raised his hand and fumbled on the wall, found the switch and pressed it.

The interior is pitch black.

The coldness in Nan Jiaojiao's eyes seemed to have been broken, rubbed into her pupils. She was slightly stunned, enduring the numbness and pleasure of her body, and holding up Bo Yanqing's face.

"Uncle San, what are you doing?"

As soon as she opened her mouth, she didn't even believe it herself, so how could she be so breathless?

In the darkness, the man's expression was not clear, and his facial features seemed to be buried in the darkness, but his eyes were staring at her like a wolf, and his breathing was storming down. He blocked Nan Jiaojiao's hand,

Press onto the armrest of the sofa.

He lowered his head and pressed against the tip of her nose.

His voice was hoarse: "What do you think?"

Nan Jiaojiao shook her head very lightly, shook her head hard again, and touched her lips lightly, "No, no, this is not possible."

“Which?”

Bo Yanqing lifted her clothes, and the thin calluses in his palm rubbed around her waist for half a circle. The hand went around from behind her. Her little waist was really thin, and he could control it with one hand.

"Good, tell me again, who are you going to marry?"

"Shen, Shen Shichu."

Bo Yanqing kissed her.

"Who?"

"Shen,"

He kissed her again, and just left this time, he put his lips on again, and it was a bit cruel to kiss him again.

"What does my relationship with you?"

"long……"

He swallowed the word "generation" into his mouth.

Nan Jiaojiao rubbed her head up uneasyly, rubbed her head against the back of the sofa, barely distanced herself from him, staring at him with resentful eyes, biting her lip, as if she had no choice but to do anything to him.

"Then what are we doing now?" Bo Yanqing pressed against each other.

She took a deep breath and "Acquaintance."

“So smart.”

Bo Yanqing smiled and knocked her, but the laughter sounded cold and a hint of cruelty. "Then, if you dare to get married, you must be prepared to maintain this kind of relationship with me for the rest of your life."

Nan Jiaojiao woke up instantly.

She turned her head and hid for a while, and a few strands of hair spread to her face, feeling cold and broken. She rolled her mouth a few times, but when she said it, the sound was still shattered, "It won't last a lifetime.

, You will meet a woman who is suitable for you in the future, get married and have children, and grow old until you grow old."

Bo Yanqing stood up a little, and a three-point smile flashed through his dark eyes, "Who the hell are you cursing about growing old together?"

Nan Jiaojiao was shocked. She heard Bo Yanqing swear words for the first time.

The little face that was abandoned was pulled back. The man's kiss came urgently and closely, and this time he might have blocked her from speaking.

Her mind was dazed, and even more dazed was the sentence she heard in her ears: "If you dare to get married, I dare to come and snatch people, try it."

Nan Jiaojiao hugged Bo Yanqing's shoulders tightly, her whole body trembled unsatisfactorily, and in his hands it looked like a crushed willow catkins.

Later, it was not reached the last step.

The reason is that Nan Jiaojiao will not cross the line when she is sensitive at this time and will not be able to overcome that hurdle in her heart.

As for Bo Yanqing, his body was so tight that he could stop it temporarily.

It's probably a shame.

But if you can't vent your desires, someone will suffer.
Chapter completed!