His voice was very hoarse. Although he said goodbye, Bo Lin did not avoid it.

He even leaned back a little, getting closer to Hua Jian.

"I thought you liked it," Hua Jian's eyes followed the movements of her fingers and she couldn't take her eyes off them.

His long, white fingers slowly reached into the white fabric.

Bo Lin's breathing suddenly stopped, and what made him even more unbearable was that Hua Jian did not play by the rules.

The fingers wrapped in white cloth unexpectedly turned from the back to the front, and slowly followed the taut mermaid line...

Bo Lin suddenly opened his eyes wide, his eyelashes trembled, and he lowered his eyes to look at Hua Jian's handsome profile.

His eyes were a little confused, and he couldn't help but lean over and put his lips against the corner of Hua Jian's lips.

Hua Jian paused, but Bo Lin didn't move or look at him.

He stared at Bo Lin's seemingly motionless face. If he was not taller than Bo Lin and could not see Bo Lin's eyelashes fluttering like butterflies, he might have thought that Bo Lin was really unmoved.

Hua Jian laughed softly, thinking Bo Lin was very cute.

So he applied a little force with his hands, and Bo Lin immediately hissed, followed by a long, dissatisfied groan.

"You just like it."

There was a hint of pride and pleasure in the young man's voice.

Bo Lin's ears were red, his face was cold, and he stared at him with raised eyes, seeming to be very dissatisfied with his teasing.

Hua Jian's eyes were filled with jealousy, and the smile on her face froze.

The two of them were breathing passionately, and Bo Lin's coat slipped off the bedside, and the slight crisp sound became the fuse.

The flame crackled, and Hua Jian used her other hand to turn Bo Lin's face over, and their lips finally pressed tightly together.