Chapter 2

Bao'er shrunk her neck. In fact, she was not used to his proximity. She had never been so close to a man.

When she came face-to-face with a man's unique breath, bao'er didn't hide after all, because at this moment she suddenly remembered her identity - lover. She was his lover and he was her gold owner. She couldn't refuse his request or refuse it.

At that moment, bao'er suddenly thought that three years ago, when the college entrance examination results came out in July, she failed in the exam. She begged her family to let her go to college. Her brother said to her at that time, "what do you want? Being a mistress to maintain your school expenses?" in her family, you don't want to continue reading without a heavy book. It's her daughter anyway, Girls will get married sooner or later. Why do you read so many books?

At that time, hearing such humiliating words, Bao Er cried out of breath and hated her brother.

But at this time, she smiled and was relieved. After all, she's young and can't stand the blow, and can't stand the provocation in her words. She didn't mind so much at the beginning, but now she hasn't really fallen as her brother said, but the difference is that she's just a lover, but not a mistress.

In her eyes, there is a difference between lover and mistress. The mistress is a participant in other people's marriage. Let alone she can't make it in her heart. Even if she is morally condemned, she can be ashamed all her life. The lover is just a woman raised behind a man, although it is also very humiliating.

But the man in front of him, he is unmarried. So she's just a lover, not a mistress.

When he saw her smile, he stopped his action and asked with a smile, "what's so happy? Say it and let me listen?"

Bao'er shook his head. His little melon seed face was pure and rigid. "Nothing, just think of a joke. I'll tell you what the joke is next time!" seeing that he still wanted to ask about the joke, she quickly added.

He nodded and took her hand. "OK, I remember that." does that mean that he will take the initiative to ask for the content of the joke next time? Boa is not sure if he means that.

Looking down, I just saw the big hand wrapped around her hand, white and slender, with clear knuckles and clear lines.

This is a man's hand. I've never noticed it before. Bao'er sighed in her heart. His hand is very big, holding her hand without pressure. It seems that an adult holds a child's hand. She doesn't know that her hand is so small. It must be because it is compared with his hand.

He drew bao'er's hand closer and looked at it carefully. "Well, it's a beautiful hand. Her fingers are pointed, thin as green onions, and her skin is more white than snow." Tan Jingmo is satisfied with the hands in front of her. The only unsatisfactory thing is the cocoon peeling in the palm. It seems that her life is not very good. This cocoon peeling is the best proof.

Bao'er secretly praises other people's literary talent, so she can't speak out. But she was a little happy to hear what he said. People are animals that need to be praised, and she is no exception.

However, the joy faded away when he put her hand on his lips and kissed it slowly.

Bao'er is tight, like defense, more like resistance. Feel that numb, chaotic mood rolling in the bottom of my heart, my face is like a boiled egg, very hot and uncomfortable.

"Well, why don't we talk first and get to know each other!" she began to speak, but stammered, with an obvious sense of guilt. In fact, she was afraid that if she kept silent, he would directly give her "local justice".

"Are you afraid?" he asked suddenly, as if he hadn't heard bao'er's words. Xiao looked at her with interest, and there was a trace of emotion in the bottom of her eyes that she couldn't understand.

Bao'er thought to himself again, is he unhappy because of her refusal? Did she do something wrong? With a bitter face, she nodded honestly, even though it might make him more unhappy.

"Good boy, what a good boy. Tell me why I'm afraid. Do I look scary?" Tan Jingmo looked at his whole body, as if he doubted his appearance.

BoA's face is black when he hears his words. Why does he speak to her more and more like treating her as a pet? Does she look like a pet?