In the hall of Nuoda, only Bo Junchen who was sitting on the sofa was left, and Su Nuanxia, who was standing behind the sofa and not far from him.

The splendid and magnificent light such as crystals is a little dazzling.

Two figures shrouded in the lamp.

The physiognomy of these two people is another color of Jiangnan ink, as if the artistic conception of the words is white, and the plain and elegant are all the classical charm of ink, gentle and elegant.

But the momentum exuded by them is incompatible with their own appearance.

A cold and unfathomable.

A charming forest is evil.

But they all have one thing in common, even if the two have abrupt and opposing personalities, they can be blended together, and there is no sense of incompatibility at all!

In the quiet, Su Nuanxia took a step forward and walked in the direction of Bo Junchen.

Wear soft slippers and step on a thick carpet.

Su Nuanxia silently approached the sofa, and her hands wrapped around Bo Junchen's back, like a spiritual snake, wrapped around his neck. The fingertips circled his chest softly, swirling, and again, as if teasingly through the thin layer of shirt, slowly wandering.

Intimate movements, like **.

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

But as soon as the two of them spoke, the nickname added layers of inscrutable doubts.

"Why don't you explain and refute? Is it because I can't argue, because I have nothing to say, or because I don't think it has anything to do with you at all, I am worried, so I 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 rubbed affectionately from the side of his face.

Su Nuanxia's voice is very sweet and glutinous, with a natural characteristic. Of course, this kind of characteristic is not seen by ordinary people, because the first thing most people notice is the kind of cold aura mixed with her voice.

Her series of questions were like gentle inquiries.

But only those in the middle of it know that this is a question!

Bo Junchen was silent for a few seconds, and his eyes fell on the pair of snow-white soft breasts that were constantly making trouble and teasing him on his chest.

The originally cold face sank a little more.

He frowned slightly.

"I don't understand what you're saying."

"Ha, Bo Plague God, you won't understand? Do you not understand the literal meaning, or do you not understand the deeper meaning? Even if I don't understand what I'm saying, do you understand what Li Yi said? Heh......"

Hot breath, soft blowing into his ears.

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

The touch of kissing is the most sultry charm!

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

Bo Junchen's voice suddenly froze.

He struck out quickly, clutching the strange pair of soft wattles tightly.

As soon as he turned his head, the eyes of the two collided.

One is deep and complex, the other is cold and disdainful.

The moment they looked at each other, Su Nuanxia was not forced to shut up by his inquiry, but suddenly raised a weird smile.

Lang laughed.

Then he once again issued a provocation to him that he was not afraid of death, just to provoke him: "What, angry? Is it because I poked you in the sore spot, or am I feeling sorry for Bo Niu'er because of you?! ”