A Pillow of Greedy Love: The Young Master's Little Wife

The soft voice, like a rope, bound his heart.

Tighten up a little bit.

"I am your uncle!"

Bo Junchen said these words solemnly, as if reminding her, but also reminding himself.

"Yes, you are my uncle, so..."

After a pause, Bao Jinghan put on a smiling face: "Dear uncle, grandpa said that my engagement banquet will be held before your wedding. Should you bless me?"

After the words fell, she deeply opened her eyes to Bo Junchen.

He opened the door resolutely, leaving only a trace of his back in a chic manner.

Outside the door, Su Nuanxia turned to face her.

But the two of them didn't speak, they just looked at each other tacitly and passed each other.

One goes upstairs and the other goes into the study.

……

Push door.

Su Nuanxia squinted at Bao Junchen who was sitting on the sofa, with a smile on the corner of her mouth.

Approach slowly.

She bent down suddenly, and picked up the magazine that Bao Jinghan had discarded casually on the ground.

Picking it up and patting it, she walked to the sofa opposite Bo Junchen and sat down, playing with the magazine leisurely.

She sat where Bao Jinghan had just sat, her posture was the same as Bao Jinghan's, but far less lazy and provocative than Bao Jinghan's.

"Bo Plague God, is it a headache? Do you want me to help you... relieve it?"

Leaning at Bao Junchen, Su Nuanxia slowly unbuttoned her neckline, revealing her crystal clear and smooth skin.

Fingertips caressed the slender collarbone.

Again and again, extremely frivolous.

But that kind of frivolity is like a silent mockery!

It was particularly eye-catching, but it just stimulated Bo Junchen's strong nerves.

Her cold eyes swept over, but Su Nuanxia still had that cold, slightly weird smile on her face.

Lines of sight collide.

Intense, biting, scorching.

at last……

The man's cold voice contained too many complex emotions, slowly overflowing from between his lips and teeth.

"Nuan Xia, is it interesting to read my jokes?"

"It's so interesting!"

Su Nuanxia replied with a smile on her face, and after she finished speaking, she winked at him, stood up, walked around the coffee table, walked to him and sat down.

Hands that have been slightly cold all year round climbed onto his solid arms.

The fingertips seemed to be playing the piano, running along his arm all the way, teasing and teasing, skillfully climbing up his neck and stroking his throat.

The cold fingertips collided with the warm skin.

For a moment, the wild fire of that kindness flashed through my heart.

"Su Nuanxia!"

Scolding in a low voice, Bao Junchen held her hand tightly, and his cold eyes stared into Su Nuanxia's laughing eyes.

But Su Nuanxia didn't care at all.

The other hand repeated the action just now, and clung to his chest.

Inch fire.

Tilting the most primitive throbbing of a man.

But the words that came out of his mouth were not **, but sharp knives——

"I'm really happy for Bo Niu'er. She met a good man instead of guarding you, the plague god. So, I have nothing to worry about, Bo plague god. Let's continue to torture each other like this in the future... "

With that said, Su Nuanxia reached out and pulled the neckline open.

He opened his mouth, but before he could speak, he was pushed away by Bo Junchen.

"Hey, don't let me touch it? Didn't you still have a hot fight with me last night?"

Su Nuanxia tortured him on purpose, and simply sat on Bo Junchen's lap.

Pressing the most sensitive part of the man with his hand, he whispered in his ear in a frivolous and ambiguous voice: "It's not good for a man to hold back...Look, you're hard!"