He couldn't escape.

Even if Bo Qibao lowered his eyes, the rest of his eyes were full of her...

Covered in full.

White.

His stupid treasure, he guarded her for two years, and he was taught bad by others?

Didn't you send a message to other little boys, and still ...... What did you tempt him to do?

Do you want to use him as a practice object?

And then go and coax her little boy?

When Bo Qibao thought that one day in the future, his stupid treasure would have to stand in front of other boys like this, and his mind couldn't calm down.

His fingertips tightened tighter and tighter, and he jerked his head up.

The eyes were full of darkness, like a tsunami set off by a storm.

Ah Chan's stunned eyes were startled by his cannibalistic eyes.

The next second, I felt a tightness on my wrist, and then my thin waist was hugged.

The whole person spun around and fell on his lap.

Ah Chan's eyes were rounded.

His dark eyes looked at him a little bewildered.

"Who taught you this?"

His blood-pale countenance was a little cold and a little fierce.

Frightened, Ah Chan's voice trembled: "I, I..."

What to teach?

She just, wanted to tell him... She had no clothes to wear.

There is only his bath towel in the bathroom, and she wraps it, and the little girl is not happy?

…… Bo Qibao's eyes were dark and slightly stunned.

I don't have any clothes.

Not intentionally...

What kind of crazy brain did he think that his stupid little Bao'er would come to tempt him??

He's really, so filthy, too much.

"I'm sorry."

He lowered his eyes.

His arms clenched around her, and his coldness turned into endless guilt and tenderness, caressing her back...

But he stroked it, and his hand slammed suddenly.

It's too slippery.

His little Bao'er is impeccable in her whole body.

Just wrapped in a small bath towel, held tightly in his arms, he...

He was almost eighteen years old.

Even if time is short, he is a normal man, he...

Dirty!

Bo Qibao slapped himself hard in the bottom of his heart.

Blood stained his pale countenance, and his fingertips curled into his palms, and he didn't dare to glance at it again.

Let her wrap her arms around his neck, not daring to move.

Ah Chan put his thin arms around his neck.

The little face was buried in his shoulder socket, and he whimpered: "Little obedient can't be fierce." ”

"You're a little girl, you can't be fierce."

Bo Qibao rolled in his throat: "Okay." ”

He scared her again.

"I'm no longer fierce, you will be the one who will murder me in the future."

"Really?" A soft breath fell on his neck.

Itchy.

It was like a petal brushing the tip of his heart.

Bo Qibao's hand around her waist had nowhere to be placed, and he unconsciously grabbed the loose bath towel on her body.

He swallowed slightly: "Really." ”

Ah Chan's eyes were stunned, as if he was recognizing the truth of what he said.

After a while, she muttered, "I don't kill you either." ”

"You'll be scared."

Bo Qibao's heart softened, and he couldn't help but bow his head and kiss her hair: "Was Dull Bao scared just now?" ”

"Uh-huh."

Ah Chan squeezed his eyes and held back the tears in his eyes.

"I was wrong." Bo Qibao raised his hand to wipe the corners of her eyes and hugged her tightly in his arms.

Her breath was filled with the fragrance of her body.

She was barely weightless, limply nestled in his lap.

Bo Qibao's heart couldn't help beating so fast.

He pursed his lips and restrained the fleeing beast in his heart.

"It's not early, can you go to bed early?"

"Hmm." Ah Chan nodded, "Little obedient sleep together." ”

She stood up and raised her hand to help him, the already loose bath towel, somehow, just like that, fell off.

Fall..

Finish.