The little ancestor has a soft waist and a wild heart, Master Bo has fallen!

Chapter 873
"Bo Yanqing!"

Nan Jiaojiao panicked a lot.

"Well," Bo Yanqing became more aggressive, "Don't move around, your hair will get entangled later, it's hard to untangle."

Nan Jiaojiao turned her head and stared at him, "You're all right, aren't you?"

Bo Yanqing slightly raised his eyebrows, turned around with her shoulders, and picked up the hair dryer to blow dry her hair.

Nan Jiaojiao really didn't move, she was afraid that her hair would be caught in the hair dryer.

When the hot wind stopped, Nan Jiaojiao was about to get up, but Bo Yanqing hugged her very tightly, even hugging her heart. He hugged her from behind, buried his face in her hair, and said in a muffled voice:
"Jiaojiao, I'm really not well."

Nan Jiaojiao's eyelids trembled, and she glanced sideways at him, only seeing his ears and short short hair.

His face brushed against her neck from time to time.

It wasn't an illusion, he was indeed hot.

She turned halfway from his arms, held his face in her hands, touched his cheek with the back of her hand, and then touched his forehead.

"Fever."

"Not a fever."

Bo Yanqing looked at her without blinking, "There is something in the wine, the more you bear it, the more uncomfortable it becomes."

Especially when she came, he couldn't control it even more.

God knows how hard it is to hold her.

But I really can't bear to let go.

"That's easy, shall I give you two needles?"

Nan Jiaojiao is a girl with a big heart.

Bo Yanqing looked at her in a daze, looked at her, and then smiled, "Okay, where is it?"

Nan Jiaojiao habitually touched the needle hidden in her hair, and suddenly remembered that she had washed her hair, and ran out when it was wet, without any preparation at all.

"I'm sorry, I didn't bring the needle. Why don't you drink more hot water? Or keep exercising," Nan Jiaojiao blinked. In the bathroom, can you please yourself for a while?"

Bo Yanqing's eyes dimmed, his handsome face collapsed, his thin lips were pursed into a straight line, he didn't speak, he pinched the back of Nan Jiaojiao's neck and rubbed it lightly.

Staring at her eyes seemed to drown her in his eyes.

Nan Jiaojiao took his pulse and gave it a beat, with a slightly strange expression on her face.

"What's the matter, you took more than one kind of medicine?"

"It should be, I'm not sure."

"Besides the heat, what else is wrong with your body?"

"It's soft, not very strong, and—"

Bo Yanqing didn't finish his sentence, so he stopped by himself, but the eyes he looked at her became deeper and deeper, not innocent.

Nan Jiaojiao's eyes trembled for a moment, her complexion was pale, but there was a crimson color under her fair skin, especially the coquettish attitude of biting her lips, and the charming color between her eyebrows and eyes was subconsciously revealed.

She took a deep breath, opened her mouth slowly, and said what he had hidden: "Want me?"

Bo Yan's heart was like a volcano erupting, and he grabbed her waist, "Don't hook, I can't stand it."

The thickness of his eyes was like fog, which couldn't be melted away.

Nan Jiaojiao took a second look, and knew that the dose of medicine in him was very heavy, and his mind had begun to become unclear.

She became more courageous, hooked his neck, raised her upper body and leaned towards him.

A trace of panic flashed across Bo Yanqing's eyes, and he raised his head to avoid it.

Nan Jiaojiao kissed his Adam's apple.

To him, it was simply fatal.

The hand clasping her waist was tightened, not daring to pinch her, the strength collapsed on his own hand, causing the veins on the back of the hand to swell, once the dim light passed, even the shadow cast on the wall could see him How stiff the body is.

"Jiaojiao, don't make trouble, I'm starting to lose my mind, I'm afraid I'll hurt you, and you'll blame me tomorrow."

(End of this chapter)