Mr.Bo, Love me please be gentle!

The man's dark eyes sank slightly, and the dark light flashed across his eyes, "Song Li, look up at me..."

His voice was low and deep, and slowly fainted in her ear. The tip of his heart could not help trembling, as if a warm big hand gently wrapped it.

Song Li was inexplicably nervous, but he still lowered his head.

She dared not look at him.

"Song Li!"

The man frowned, his slender fingers grabbed her jaw and forced her to look up.

It was a pair of black eyes like ink, shining with a burning light. Song Li suddenly bumped into it. It was like stepping into a bottomless swamp. She couldn't climb out no matter how she struggled.

The heart clattered and seemed to miss a beat.

Song Li wriggled at the corners of his mouth and unconsciously licked his lips. A pair of apricot eyes with dense water vapor blinked. His eyebrows frowned slightly and said carefully: "brother Bo, it hurts..."

The girl in front of her was like a frightened deer, looking at him timidly with her apricot eyes full of water vapor.

The throat of thin cold pool was tight, and the dark tide surged in the dark eyes, as if trying to bear something.

He lowered his eyes, quietly collected the abnormality in his heart, loosened his fingers, sat down lazily in the dining chair, as if nothing had happened just now, slightly raised the tip of his eyes and looked at Song Li.

At the moment when he loosened his fingers, Song Li quickly lowered his eyes, looked at his nose and his heart, and honestly pestled him in front of the man. He didn't even dare to go out.

"Since you know the pain, be good and don't make me angry."

The man's low magnetic voice, like a big hand with strong cables, disturbed her in a panic.

Song Liqiang bit his lip and lowered his head. The focus of his eyes fell on the man's slender fingers.

Bo Xiaoyao once secretly told her that men with long fingers usually have long fingers

"And don't talk?"

Thin cold pool picked his eyebrows, and Zhan's black eyes narrowed slightly.

Er, Song Li was stunned for a moment, then returned to his mind, glanced at him secretly, and asked in a low voice, "what are you talking about?"

Bo Hanchi:

He choked and wanted to say something, but he stubbornly held it in his throat. I dare say that her mind was not here at all. He even asked him what he said!

Looking at that white little face, Bo Hanchi only felt that his chest was stuffy, like a restless heart with nowhere to put it.

Song Li didn't know that the man in front of him was so angry that he had a stomachache. "Brother Bo, what's the matter with you?" he seemed angry. He didn't want to talk every time he was angry with her.

"Sit down! Have dinner first."

She is still a child. She is not sensible and can't care about her in general.

Song Li was slightly stunned. A pair of steamy apricot eyes magnified in an instant. Soon she sat down next to him quickly, picked up the cooled shredded chicken porridge and wolfed down regardless of the image.

Really delicious!

In particular, this small steamed bun has thin skin, many fillings and thick juice.

After eating several times in a row, I still have more to say. When I reach out again, there is only the last one on the plate on the table, but the last one has been picked up by another pair of chopsticks.

Song Li raised his head and watched helplessly as the last small steamed bun was sent to the mouth of thin cold pool.

She couldn't help swallowing her saliva, licked the pink lips, and stared at the white and tender thin skin.

I really want to grab it. What should I do?