Chapter 102
On the road, the vehicle is moving steadily.
"Can't kiss?"
Bo Tingyuan asked in a low voice, and after hearing him say "hmm", he confirmed "really?"
Wen Cishu twisted his slender neck: "Of course."
Who told you not to reply my message!
Just as he finished speaking, his Adam's apple was kissed and he let out a muffled groan without being on guard.
Bo Tingyuan sucked it slowly and repeatedly as if he was licking candy, and unexpectedly tasted a hint of sweetness, which made him even more unscrupulous.
Wen Cishu naturally wanted to avoid it, but his arms were pinching his legs and waist, preventing him from moving.
He was sucked so hard that his whole body shivered and his scalp numbed. He could only try hard to raise his slender and fragile neck, but it seemed more like he was actively responding.
"No, don't leave any obvious traces."
Bo Tingyuan seemed not to hear it, raised his dark green eyes, and admired his eager and unconscious appearance through the thin lenses: "Does it feel uncomfortable to kiss here?"
Wen Cishu rested his hands on his strong shoulders, hesitated, and then shook his head quickly.
Bo Tingyuan chuckled ambiguously, "Got it." He kissed down her neck and quickly unbuttoned her clothes with one hand.
Wen Cishu quickly exposed her chest and felt uneasy. When he sucked hard on her lips, she shamefully reminded him in a low voice: "We are in the car~"
Bo Tingyuan didn't take off his glasses, so he could only taste it briefly.
He exhaled a breath of hot air, causing Wen Cishu to tremble slightly and breathe faster.
The car was parked in the garage of the Bo family mansion.
Wen Cishu blushed and lowered his head to button his shirt. His fingertips were trembling and the buttons were small, so he couldn't button them up no matter what.
Bo Tingyuan quickly took off his suit and wrapped it around his shoulders, buttoned up his suit, hugged him tightly, kissed his forehead, and whispered to comfort him: "Go back to the room directly, don't be afraid."
This voice always has the magic power to calm people's hearts. Wen Cishu no longer struggled with Xiaokouzi and let him carry him out of the car.
Wen Cishu leaned on his chest with peace of mind, with his cheek pressed against his shoulder.
However, when he noticed the armband on Bo Tingyuan's right arm, he almost jumped and fired. "you--"
Really wear it all day long?
Wen Cishu was still terrified. Fortunately, this man did not take off his suit while eating hot pot, otherwise...
He might jump into the steaming hot pot right then and there.
The lobby on the first floor is brightly lit.
When Uncle Xu came forward, Wen Cishu pretended to be dead.
——Amitabha, I hope Uncle Xu won’t pay attention to things like armbands.
Bo Tingyuan cooperated with him tacitly and signaled to Uncle Xu that the person in his arms had fallen asleep, and asked him not to speak.
Uncle Xu was an excellent observer of people's expressions, so he spoke naturally, but he just looked behind him.
Bo Tingyuan said softly: "Yiming and my dad will go back and stay for one night."
Uncle Xu understood, nodded with confidence, raised his hand and invited him to go upstairs.
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Bedroom on the second floor.
Wen Cishu was about to fall to the ground, but he held it tightly in his hand and didn't move.
He inserted his fingers under the armband and tugged hard, "Boss Bo, what are you doing?"
Bo Tingyuan gestured to the cloakroom with his eyes.
Wen Dictionary:? . ?
--Danger!
"It's late. I need to wash up and go to bed."
"Yeah." Bo Tingyuan walked straight into the bathroom, put him down, unbuttoned the suit covering him, and held his arm around him. "I'll go wash up too."
Wen Cishu thought...he wanted to take a shower with him.
He watched the tall, straight but indifferent figure leave the bathroom.
——Oh, you are so heartless and disloyal!
After taking a shower, Wen Cishu slowly opened the door and saw someone waiting by the door.
"Um?"
Bo Tingyuan turned off the light in the bathroom, bent down and picked him up, smelling the soft fragrance.
The two entered the cloakroom.
Wen Cishu was placed in front of the dressing mirror. He raised his eyes and noticed the extremely strong desire in Bo Tingyuan's eyes. He turned around and tried to run, but was firmly restrained.
Bo Tingyuan pulled off the belt of his pajamas.
The collar, which was originally half-open, fell down, revealing a white and crimson patch.
In the mirror, Wen Cishu's throat, neck, and collarbone were covered with large patches of ambiguous marks that made people think of something fishy.
I had read the dictionary while taking a shower just now.
But now it is completely different, under the gaze of Bo Tingyuan.
His pupils shrank slightly and he tried to push him away with his elbow.
Bo Tingyuan remained unmoved. He stared at the shy eyes in the mirror and pulled off his nightgown.
When the collar of the shirt slid across his skin and fell heavily, Ci Shu was startled.
Bo Tingyuan's gaze slid across his skin inch by inch, as if it was a silent caress and caress.
The next second, Bo Tingyuan lowered his head and kissed his shoulder.
His large, rough palms rubbed across the delicate skin, causing a layer of tiny goose bumps.
Wen Cishu lowered his wildly trembling eyelashes as he dared not look directly at her.
Bo Tingyuan chose to go against him and lifted his chin.
In the mirror, two people with huge differences in body shape were leaning against each other.
One is a beautiful ice-cold beauty, but there are red marks all over her face.
One was wrapped in a black nightgown, which was tight and abstinent.
Wen Cishu turned his head slightly, trying to avoid his hand.
Bo Tingyuan leaned close to his face, pressed his lips against his ear and asked, "Did you wear it when we took the photo at noon?"
Wen Cishu's brain seemed to be struck by lightning and his eyes widened.
"You...I...of course I wore it."
Bo Tingyuan raised his eyebrows: "Really?"
It was clear that there was suspicion in his tone.
Wen Cishu was so angry that he punched his chest with his elbow: "What on earth is on your mind?"
Bo Tingyuan kissed the tip of his ear: "Those two photos don't allow me to think about anything else."
"Stop talking..."
Wen Cishu's ears were almost burned by his voice, so he turned his face to cover his lips.
He didn't even give me a kiss for most of the day.
It is an unforgivable sin.
Bo Tingyuan kissed back more wantonly, his hands wandering over the jade-like skin.
He held the person and sat on the sofa.
During the passionate kiss, Wen Cishu was turned around by him, with his back against his chest, and his legs were lifted up and opened to hang on the armrests on both sides.
He tried to close his knees, but Bo Tingyuan's palms held tightly and did not allow him to do so.
Wen Cishu's breath became stronger and stronger. She watched his left hand rubbing up, only to find that after taking a shower, he not only did not wear glasses, but he had even taken off his ring in advance.
What’s even worse is that Wen Cishu realized that they were actually facing a mirror.
He couldn't believe it, he was excited and surprised: "You, you moved the sofa?" He tried to struggle down.
Bo Tingyuan hugged him tightly, looked at the mirror, and said in a low voice, "Try it?"
Just a glance and two words made Wen Cishu fall into an inexplicable heat and low gasps.
He pursed his dry lips, unable to resist such temptation.
…
A thin layer of sweat broke out on Wen Cishu's forehead. The back of his head rested on his shoulder. Although he was filled with shame, his eyes were fixed on his hand.
Sometimes, Bo Tingyuan's excessive gentleness is another kind of torture.
When Wen Cishu himself didn't realize that his heart was beating too fast, Bo Tingyuan was always able to restrain his desire in the first moment and slowly wait for him to calm down.
This brief process was clearly an inevitable transition, but for the two of them it seemed to have become a special kind of affection.
It was so sentimental that Wen Cishu just wanted to hug him tighter.
…
When all the restlessness subsided, Wen Cishu leaned his back against his chest, feeling his heartbeat, steady and powerful.
It seemed as if the two people were more integrated than before.
Bo Tingyuan's fingers gently brushed across his skin, causing ripples and numbness.
Wen Cishu was so sleepy and yet so satisfied, but he knew that Bo Tingyuan was far from satisfied.
The abundant energy was really hard for him to handle.
He murmured, "What about you?"
Bo Tingyuan said nothing, but just took his hand and held it.
Wen Cishu closed his eyes in shame and buried himself in his arms, lying motionless like an ostrich.
He suddenly raised his head and asked, "Wouldn't it be bad for your health if you do it too often?"
"A lot?" Bo Tingyuan stroked his hair. "You mean, a single digit of ten years?"
Wen Cishu: "..."
She continued to bury her face in his chest and muttered, "You can't make it up all at once. It will definitely be bad for your health."
Bo Tingyuan pinched his cheek and said, "Well, I'll ask the kitchen to make some soup for me tomorrow to replenish my body."
Wen Ci Shu: The more you talk, the more outrageous it gets!
He had evil intentions and clenched his hands tightly.
"hiss……"
Bo Tingyuan breathed a long breath into his ear, which was extremely sexy.
Wen Cishu frowned: Huh? Why does it seem like he feels good?
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When I returned to bed, it was not yet ten o'clock.
Both of them had missed calls on their phones.
"Yiming!"
Wen Cishu was surprised that the brat actually called him.
Neither of the two fathers received the call, what kind of thing is this?
Bo Tingyuan held down the man who was about to stand up and said, "Don't worry, I'll call him."
Wen Cishu: "Turn on speakerphone."
The call was just connected and there was no sound on the other end.
The two fathers looked at each other, and Bo Tingyuan asked, "Yiming?"
Still no one answered.
Wen Cishu also called out, "Baby?"
"Hmm~"
A chilly syllable represents Bo Yiming's extreme dissatisfaction after being ignored.
Bo Tingyuan explained: "Yiming, your little dad and I went to take a shower just now, so we didn't answer the phone."
Wen Cishu really wanted to cover his ears.
However, Bo Yiming was more sensible than he thought, and he gladly accepted the reasonable explanation.
"Got it~ Little Daddy, you have to think about me at night."
Wen Cishu immediately took the opportunity to express his love: "Of course I miss you, darling."
Bo Tingyuan heard his voice suddenly become extremely gentle and glanced at him lightly.
Wen Cishu asked silently with his eyes: What are you looking at? He's our son, why shouldn't I coax you?
He talked for a while before hanging up.
He breathed a sigh of relief the moment the call ended. "Fortunately Yiming is not angry."
Bo Tingyuan leaned closer to him.
Wen Cishu noticed that his eyes looked strange: "Hmm?"
Bo Tingyuan frowned and slid his fingertips across his slightly swollen lips: "Can you talk to me in the same voice as before?"
“…”
Wen Cishu frowned, slapped his hand away, and turned to sleep on his side, "No!"
Bo Tingyuan lay flat on his back, took his hand and pressed it down.
Wen Cishu became angry and said, "You you you..."
Bo Tingyuan was very calm, as if he was used to his completely uncontrollable body reactions.
His tone was extremely serious: “You are responsible for this.”
Wen Cishu couldn't help but joke: "I am Chinese and I will not take the blame for France."
After saying this, he probably felt it was ridiculous and couldn't help laughing out loud.
Bo Tingyuan also laughed.
The two of them hugged each other, like two porcelain spoons embedded in each other closely.
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