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

Chapter 90 Bo Yanqing, You Woke Me Up

He wanted to stop, but couldn't.

At this time, he should be restrained, but when he touched her, it was like touching poison, and he couldn't get away, so he went back and forth and kissed her on the lips twice.

Then, he hugged her shoulders with both hands, lifted her body up with his fingers, wrapped her back around her back and clasped her tightly into his arms.

"Little bunny..."

Bo Yanqing pressed her thin lips against her ears, breathed out low and suppressed: "Why don't you keep pretending to be asleep?"

Nan Jiaojiao frowned.

Arching his head to the side of the pillow, he put his hand lightly on his chin, and Bo Yanqing raised his head in coordination, from top to bottom, his deep eyes locked on her.

Nan Jiaojiao stroked his lips, from left to right, and from the right corner to the left corner, repeated several times. Her fingertips were very smooth, without even a little callus. They were pampered. The force made his heart itch, and Bo Yanqing couldn't bear it anymore, grabbed her hand, and said in a low voice, "Be good."

"You woke me up," she said.

"Ah."

Bo Yanqing looked at her deeply, wishing to catch her in his eyes and drown in this pampering.

"Are you still sleeping?"

Nan Jiaojiao nodded: "Sleeping."

He asked, "I accompany you?"

The voice of the question was soft, soft, low and deep, with a hint of bewitching sexiness in the hoarseness.

Bright seduction.

Nan Jiaojiao's legs fluttered a little.

She pushed him, and her little brows frowned slightly: "Have you been drinking?"

She really didn't hide it at all when she disliked him.

Bo Yanqing confessed truthfully, "Drank two glasses of white wine and smoked two cigarettes, have you smoked?"

"Ah."

"Then I'll wash it?" Bo Yanqing asked tentatively.

Nan Jiaojiao didn't say a word, she was wondering if he was asking her in a tactful way, begging her to stay.

However, Bo Yanqing took her ignorance as acquiescence, kissed her fingers, got up from her body, and went to the bathroom.

When the light came through, Nan Jiaojiao woke up a little bit, and sat up suddenly from the bed.

He stared straight at the closed glass door.

The undressed figure of the man was reflected on the door, his body curves were hazy and clear, especially the sideways angle, which made her see everything she should see.

Her breathing was a little fast, and her exhalation was a little hot, making her lips ache and itchy. She didn't know if it was because he kissed hard just now, or those unknown little bugs in her heart were at work.

Bo Yanqing took a bath very quickly. He came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his body. The water droplets hadn't been wiped dry. Several strands flowed down the muscle lines, passed through the vest line, and passed through the mermaid line on both sides of the pelvis before entering. In the white bath towel.

The circle around the waist is wet.

He first glanced at Nan Jiaojiao who was sitting on the bed, she got up straight from a lying position, her back was empty, and there was still some distance from the head of the bed, she was lowering her head, playing with a cigarette.

"Want to smoke?"

Before he took a shower, he took out his watch, mobile phone, and cigarette case and put them on the bedside table.

What does it mean that she didn't touch the phone and smoked a cigarette to play?
The abrupt voice startled her, her small body trembled, and when she raised her head, Bo Yanqing was staring at her with a smile on her lips.

She held the cigarette between her fingers as if holding her respect, and held it up for him to see, "Is this how you hold it?"

"No."

Bo Yanqing came over, sat beside her, and personally moved the cigarette she had held between her index finger and middle finger up a knuckle.

"This is how to clamp cigarettes, I will teach you."

(End of this chapter)