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

In Nuo Da's hall, only Bo Junchen was sitting on the sofa, and Su Nuanxia was standing behind the sofa not far from him.

The gorgeous and magnificent light of crystals is a bit dazzling.

Two figures shrouded in the lamp.

The faces and figures of these two people have the color of Jiangnan ink painting, as if the artistic conception of whitewashing in the words, the simple and elegant ones are all the classical charm of ink painting, gentle and elegant.

But the aura exuding from them is incompatible with their own appearance.

A cold and unfathomable.

A charming and evil.

But they all have one thing in common, even though their personalities and appearances are abrupt and opposite, they can be blended into one body without any feeling of incompatibility!

In the silence, Su Nuanxia took the first step and walked in the direction of Bo Junchen.

Wearing soft slippers, stepping on a thick carpet.

Su Nuanxia approached the sofa silently, and wrapped her arms around Bo Junchen's back, wrapping around his neck like a spirit snake.The fingertips circled softly on his chest, twirling, once and again, as if provocatively walking slowly through a thin layer of shirt.

The intimate movements are like sex.

Under the shroud of lights, it has a unique taste of intimacy, which makes people think about it!

But as soon as the two opened their mouths, the intimacy was filled with a layer of inexplicable suspicion——

"Why don't you explain or refute? Is it because you can't explain it, because you have nothing to say, or because you don't think it has anything to do with you at all, and you feel uneasy, so you don't bother to explain anything. Dear Bo Plague God, Why don't you let me guess what you're thinking about, huh?"

The cheek brushed against his profile affectionately.

Su Nuanxia's voice is very sweet and glutinous, with a natural characteristic.Of course, this kind of feature is generally invisible to the human body, because the first thing most people notice is the sinister and cold aura mixed in her voice.

Her series of questions seemed like gentle inquiries.

But only those who are in the middle know that this is a questioning!

Bo Junchen was silent for a few seconds, his eyes fell on the snow-white catkins on his chest that kept making troubles and teasing him.

His face, which was originally cold, suddenly became a little darker.

He frowned slightly.

"I do not understand what you're saying."

"Ha, God of Plague, don't you understand? Do you not understand the literal meaning, or the deeper meaning? Even if you don't understand what I said, did you understand what Li Yi said? Hehe ..."

Warm breath, blowing softly into his ears.

Su Nuanxia tilted her face, and her lips brushed against his cheeks from time to time.

That kiss-like touch is the most seductive poison!

"Su Nuanxia, ​​I told you last time, don't provoke me again. I don't want my feelings for you to be exchanged for this kind of humiliation!"

Bo Junchen's voice froze suddenly.

He quickly made a move, tightly grasping those mischievous catkins.

As soon as they turned their heads, the eyes of the two collided.

One is deep and complex, the other is cold and charming and contemptuous.

The moment they looked at each other, Su Nuanxia was not forced to shut up by his inquiry, but suddenly smiled strangely.

Laughed loudly.

Then he once again sent him a provocation that was not afraid of death, all for the purpose of angering him: "What, are you angry? Is it because I poked your sore spot, or is it because I feel sorry for Bo Niuer who suffered because of you?!"