Xia Wanxin could not face such a gaze.

A subtle twitch in my heart, restraining myself from getting up.

My wrist was suddenly hooked by a pair of warm palms.

It was Bo Qingjun who held her hand.

His scorching body temperature was transmitted through the veins, his thin lips opened and closed and his tone was soft, and his voice was lingering and hazy: "Xing'er..."

Two short words.

Xia Wanxin's body suddenly froze.

He looked at him in disbelief, as if he was doubting his ears.

Such tenderness is the gentleness he has never felt to her when he was awake.

I also vaguely remember that when he was a child, he called her like this...

Xia Wanxin bit her lower lip, and the dead memory attacked her for no reason.

This feeling made her disgusted.

The moment I came to my senses, I wanted to throw it away.

But Bo Qingyun seemed to see her intention and refused to let her do what she wanted.

His loose and faint hand suddenly pulled hard, and his thin lips were tightly pursed because of the force.

Xia Wanxin suddenly lost weight and fell forward, and her eyes were shaking.

In the blink of an eye, she was firmly shackled by him in the booth, her wide body covered her body, and his breath was overwhelming.

"Bo Qingyun!"

Xia Wanxin was panting and was in a low voice, and her beautiful eyes stared at him unexpectedly.

Bo Qingyun was looking down at her.

The eyes were too deep, as if they would fall into it if they were accidentally caught.

He firmly grasped her wrist, his low-melt voice was hoarse, and he actually felt vaguely depended on and attached: "Xing'er..."

Another murmur, that expression was too profound.

The moment Xia Wanxin was slightly stunned, Bo Qingyun's eyes had already gone down and fell on her soft red lips.

His eyes became more and more versatile.

The next moment, her lips were directly printed on her with thin lips facing her!

"Um!"

Xia Wanxin widened her eyes, caught off guard, and tried to push him away with both hands and feet.

The more you struggle, the more you force Bo Qingyun, like a wall of iron confinement.

He changed her wrists to one palm, and the empty hand was pulled down, hooking her slender waist and exerting force.

The two bodies suddenly stuck together, and the force was as strong as rubbing her into her bones and blood.

"Bo Qingyun!"

Xia Wanxin shouted angryly, but as soon as she said it, she was swallowed by him, and even gave him an opportunity to take advantage of it.

His movements were domineering, his kiss was strong, and with a fiery breath, the air ignited in an instant.

Xia Wanxin struggled, and the blood in her body seemed to be ignited, boiling, and her limbs were a little soft.

The surroundings were filled with a fiery aura, and from time to time, ambiguous sounds of men and women making people blush and ears red.

I don't know how long this state lasts.

Until he breathed unevenly, his fingers went down and touched the hem of his skirt.

Just like a basin of cold water poured down, Xia Wan's heart suddenly woke up.

She was panting and suddenly accumulated some strength, and struggled to throw one hand on his face.

"Bo Qingyun, please see who I am!"

Her hoarse voice and weak hands.

The beating didn't hurt, but the coldness and sarcasm in my eyes were too sharp.

Being stared at such a look, Bo Qingyun almost stopped instantly and stared at her in a daze.

It was a similar ignorant expression.

Xia Wanxin had never seen such an expression on his face.

Then he pursed his thin lips, as if he felt a little aggrieved.
Chapter completed!