"Little Demoness..."
Despite being a pregnant girl.
She insists on being a mischievous little ancestor.
Even pregnant, she won't stay honest.
Staring at the woman's delicate little face, Bo Qing reached out his large hand to caress her face; the fine texture makes him reluctant to let go.
Then, Bo Qing's large hand landed on the woman's fair chin, his slender fingers directly lifting her chin, and his thin lips gently planted on her red lips.
Like a dragonfly skimming the water, he quickly pulled away.
The reason for the quick departure, Bo Qing knew that in front of Bo Huan, his self-control was frighteningly scarce.
"Don't be naughty... I'll take you back to sleep..."
"I don't want to..."
Bo Huan suppressed a smile, feigning a pout... then directly wrapped her arms around the man's neck, hinting heavily.
Bo Qing felt his body being quickly enticed...
