Chapter 297

Shen Fanxing blushed, holding the soft bed behind him with one hand and resting it on Bo Jingchuan's shoulder without taking it back.

"But..." Shen Fanxing looks embarrassed.

"Why?" The beautiful face is close at hand. With a warm and harmless expression on her face, she has a strong attraction and a fatal charm.

Shen Fanxing blushed and whispered, "your room It's a shame for me... "

I remember the first time I was brought here by my grandmother to have a rest. I used his bathroom unilaterally and wore his bathrobe. Finally, because of a small accident, I was directly pressed on the bed by him

"Why do you think so?"

Shen Fanxing pursed his lips and didn't speak.

It's better not to mention such shame.

"And if I sleep here, what about you?"

Bo Jingchuan raised his eyebrows, but before he spoke, he heard a "click".

Two people look at the door together, pause, two people turn their heads together again, looking at each other.

A few seconds later, Bo Jingchuan hooked his lips and said, "I can't get out."

Shen Fanxing breathed a sigh. How could she forget her grandmother at this time?

"But I'm not going to leave either."

Bo Jingchuan said, bending down and holding her ankle.

Shen Fanxing's legs retracted subconsciously.

She was not afraid of his touch, because she saw his intention.

Such a man, condescending to kneel there to take off her shoes, she can't bear.

The hand holding her ankle tightened for a few minutes to prevent her from escaping. She gently put her shoes aside, then straightened up, bent over and carried her into the quilt. Then, under her gaze, she lay on her side.

Shen Fanxing's body was a little tight, but Bo Jingchuan held her head, put her long arm through her neck, let her pillow in his arm, and drew her into his arms.

Familiar with the cool fragrance, Shen Fanxing's hands gently against Bo Jingchuan's chest, firm and strong, and can touch his heart beating.

Bo Jingchuan seemed to kiss him on the top of his head, and then came his low voice:

"sleep."

Shen Fanxing blinked and looked at his right hand, as if surprised that she could touch his voice.

The resonance between his mouth and chest, the tremor, is in her palm.

"Well..." She answered softly, her hair rubbing against his arm as she nodded.

The heart beats like a drum.

Shen Fanxing closed his eyes, but he couldn't even sleep because of his heartbeat.

The room was so quiet that she felt her heartbeat was clear to Bo Jingchuan.

The body is still tense.

"Can't sleep?" Suddenly, a low and dumb voice came from the top of his head, which made Shen Fanxing tense again.

A moment later, she quietly raised her head from his chest, glanced over his proud jaw and into his dark eyes.

"A little nervous..."

Bo Jingchuan gathered his eyebrows and looked at her. He opened his thin lips, and his voice was low and bewitching.

"Do you think something will happen sooner or later when grandma huaxinsi is locked up here, lying in a bed and being held in my arms, and now she doesn't do anything, and she doesn't know when to do it, so she feels nervous?"

Shen Fanxing turned his eyes, seemed to think for a while, and then nodded, "it seems to be such a thing."

Bo Jingchuan pauses, looks at her, and suddenly smiles slowly.

"Then do something first."

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