My Guardian Mr Bo

A man is also a dishonest creature.

When the mouth says no, the bottom is against her, and the hands on the top clasp her waist tightly, trying to stop her, but the fingers can’t help staying on the delicate and tight waist, fiery, over and over again Linger.

The curtains fluttered, and the brilliance cast by the high hanging cold moon, when projected on the curtains, reflected a slender figure, with one hand against his waist, a concave-convex body, slowly sitting down on him.

The ambiguous entanglement, the ups and downs, shame the Qinghui cold moon, hiding in the floating clouds in the sky.

only.

The little man's slowness.

For men, it is the deadliest and most painful torture.

...

After everything was over, An Ge'er thought about the impulse he had just couldn't bear. What he had done made his face blush.

After Huan-love, both of them are wet.

But they didn't want to move, hugging each other tightly.

An Ge'er lay on his body, hugging his neck, whispering with lips on his sides, and asked him in a low voice whether he had gone bad and would like to do such a shameful thing with him.

When Bo Yan heard the words, the corners of his lips curled up slightly and chuckled.

An Ge'er looked at his smile, unconsciously a little obsessed.

When he laughs, he always looks so good.

He usually looks very cold, but when he laughs, his smile is like a cloud of rain, and the coldness still lingers between his eyebrows, but it is even more charming, sometimes with a bit of yuppie.

When An Ge'er thought this way, she couldn't help but stretched out her hand and pulled his face.

I sighed in my heart, how could this world have such a beautiful face.

But Bo Yan caught her dishonest little hands at this moment, and said slowly to her in a low but faint voice, "It's not that you have become bad, and this kind of thing is not a bad thing. The key is to see what a person thinks. ."

Speaking of this, he paused, "The person who thinks of it as evil in his heart will be evil, otherwise, vice versa."

An Ge'er watched his serious talk.

Are you sure it is not serious nonsense?

Because if he was asked to treat it that way, would it be that most people are...well, ahem, evil?

...And herself.

...Angel bit her lip and whispered, "Okay, I have become evil."

Unexpectedly.

Bo Yan buttoned her head and pecked her little mouth. When she was blushing in surprise, she saw him say seriously, "Then, can you treat me... evil again."

An Geer: "..."

A beautiful night.

After finally waiting for everything to calm down, the East also almost turned white.

Her slender body was buckled in his arms, her little hand was on her waist, and his hand held her.

Everything seemed so peaceful and quiet in this scene.

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But in some unknown place, or outside the window, in the rock wall, facing the wind, a faint little green sprouts, growing, and looking closely, it seems that there is more than one.

In such an autumn, it seems to indicate something.

The autumn breeze fluctuates, slightly.

Everything looks as if nothing has changed, but I don't know that at a certain moment, everything has changed.