My Guardian Mr Bo

Then with an extremely hoarse and **** voice, it came over and over again, whispering, "I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

When An Ge'er listened to it, his eyes became hot.

She said dumbly, "Let go... let me go..."

He was startled slightly, then he buckled her tighter, and his hoarse voice became a little more firm, "Don't let it go!"

"You...ah...!"

She wanted to say something desperately suppressing, but still made that special, especially fascinating voice.

He is more exciting.

"Forgive me, Geer, forgive me, you say you forgive me."

He tried his best to stay sensible and ask what he cared about the most.

An Ge'er almost bit her lip, but didn't make a sound.

But he had this intention, how could she not tell?

In the corridor, in front of the door, behind the door, on the carpet, on the bed, on the table, even in front of the French windows...

They left traces almost everywhere.

The exclusive smell filled the air.

Bo Yan seemed to have a hard time driving the meat, trying to make up for what he owed for more than ten years.

And this night, his bravery and evil also refreshed An Ge'er's worldview time and time again.

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...

Woke up the next day.

The sun is already high outside.

An Ge'er woke up in a daze, and his body froze with a slight movement.

There is a naked arm around his waist, white, slender, but strong.

Behind the neck, there is still a shallow breath, falling on my neck from time to time, itchy and slightly hot.

Just like that, in a posture of protecting her, he hugged her all night.

An Geer suddenly became conscious.

Realize what happened last night.

what's going on! ?

The day before yesterday, she found the video of herself being **** by him. Last night, she couldn't help but settle the account with him, but she woke up this morning, but she turned over on the bed.

Nima.

Is there any place to reason in this world?

The scenes from last night gradually returned, in the corridor, in front of the door, behind the door, on the carpet, on the bed, on the table, and even in front of the French windows...

There are traces of their joy and love almost everywhere.

Her face gradually heated up, her small fists were clenched tightly, and her chest became more and more protruding.

I didn't want to admit it to death, but in the end she was able to ask for it when he'threaked' her.

If you don't forgive him, don't give it to her.

Bastard!

An Ge'er moved impatiently, her body ached, her waist seemed to be broken, and she didn't even feel any sense underneath it, but looking at the bright sky, she still wanted to get up and go. Wash.

Damn it.

An Ruxue got married today, is she too late to wake up? !

An Ge'er wanted to remove his arm and got up, but found that she didn't take it away after touching him a few times. She was speechless and helpless and wanted to forcibly get up. But as soon as she moved her lower body, she was strange and familiar somewhere. Feeling startled.

Her face turned white, unbelievably, she slowly lowered her head, and slowly looked down, she and him were close together, but of course this is not the key, the key is--!

He didn't even go out all night! ?

An Ge'er looked under her body, only feeling her head hot, and struggling to leave, but suddenly she was suddenly caught by a big palm.

It's over.

This time it's fine.

In the morning, Xiaobo is alive.

This was snapped back by him, and An Geer only felt that the whole person was about to collapse...!