Chapter 900: Can we reconcile?
The tenderness in his eyes can drown her.
“What time is it?”
Bo Yanqing glanced at his watch and said, “It’s half past eight.”
“It’s late,” Nan Jiaojiao sighed. The pillow was originally lying on its side facing the TV. Now it is lying on its back. "Do you want to sleep?"
"Look at you."
"Then go to sleep. I don't want to take a shower. I washed my feet just now when I was changing clothes."
Bo Yanqing laughed and said, "Hug you in."
As he spoke, he picked her up and carried her to the master bedroom. He couldn't spare his hand to turn on the light. Nan Jiaojiao couldn't find the switch, so she acquiesced.
The bedroom door was not closed, and a little light and the light from the TV came in, enough to see the path under your feet.
Bo Yanqing put her on the bed. Just as his half-bowed waist was about to straighten up, Nan Jiaojiao held his neck with both hands and pulled her down.
"Do you want to leave?"
Bo Yanqing raised his eyebrows, "Do you want me to leave?"
Nan Jiaojiao was tired of kicking the ball the most, and her hand touched his waist The piece of hair on the cervical spine was like a hook, and she felt like it was being hooked by claws. She said angrily: "You have pretended to be reserved all night. That's enough for you."
Bo Yanqing stroked her arm gently, "Where did I pretend to be?"
Nan Jiaojiao moved closer to him, "I have something I don't know whether to say or not."
"Then don't say it." Bo Yanqing deliberately teased her.
Sure enough, he was so amused, "Bo Yanqing!"
He changed his words in a second: "Speak."
"The ancients said that when you are full and warm, you will think of lust, but I don't think so. If you understand Chinese, please tell me.”
"Haha..."
His laughter came out between his lips and teeth. It was very light, and there was a kind of bewitching sexiness in his low and hoarse voice.
He doesn’t need to talk, he just does it.
He lowered his head and kissed her.
The lights were not turned on, and they flirted with each other so much that they knew the sensitive points of each other's bodies better than their own. It was natural, and what happened next was a matter of course.
Nan Jiaojiao once again saw how bad Bo Yanqing was.
He deliberately stopped at the critical step when Nan Jiaojiao was gradually losing consciousness and asked her: "Can we reconcile if we are like this?"
Nan Jiaojiao was dead. Biting his lip, his whole body trembled slightly, "I don't know." Bo Yan said hoarsely: "Tell me, does it count?"
"There is no one like you!"
"What am I like?"
"You!"
Nan Jiaojiao was so angry that she pulled his neck down and gritted her teeth into his ear.
Bo Yanqing palmed her waist, "Come on, you want to take advantage of me without telling me clearly."
Nan Jiaojiao opened her eyes instantly, "Bo Yanqing, now like this... Who will take advantage of you or me?”
Bo Yanqing refused to accept her words, "Have we reconciled?"
"No..." Nan Jiaojiao just opened her mouth, and he actually tickled her, and the words that came to her mouth were as soft as a cat. Similar.
"It's reconciled."
Bo Yanqing: "Then from now on..."
"As long as you don't make trouble."
His sentence "We won't make trouble anymore" was intercepted by her.
He smiled helplessly: "Okay, I won't make trouble, I will never make trouble with you, and you can't make trouble with me, okay?"
Nan Jiao nodded shyly Head, "Okay."
Bo Yanqing hugged her and turned over. He was lying on the pillow, and the light from outside the bedroom just covered his angular face.
A pair of deep eye sockets looked at her momentarily.
Nan Jiaojiao seemed to be really bewitched.
When she stopped, she felt annoyed again.
The ancients also said:
The word color has a knife on its head.
Which wise man said this? She really wanted to pry open the coffin board and give her a high five.
Beauty is misleading.
So damn right!
(End of this chapter)