Chapter 312

Name:My Guardian Mr Bo Author:Fu Jiu
"You can't touch that either. If you scratch it now, it's very likely to get infected."

He said that, but he sat up to help her check, slightly lifted her clothes to stop under the full ups and downs, and gently caressed her around the wound.

An Ge'er bit lip, that kind of feeling does not seem to be much better, on the contrary, looking at uncle's finger sliding under her chest, her ear root does not feel some fever.

Because I don't know if it's her delusion, my uncle can relieve the itching around her wound, but she always feels his arm rubbing against and squeezing to Her bulging chest

She blushed a little, but when she secretly raised her eyes, she saw that his eyes were light and calm, as if there were any Evil thoughts, Angela secretly told himself, don't think so impure.

Uncle, how can a man who is abstinent and cold at this time Blaspheme her

Er Blasphemy?

Angoer's heart has not finished muttering, the result sees a hand, suddenly along the undulating arc, and climb up

She was stunned.

A flash of amazement flashed in his eyes, and two red clouds floated on his cheek instantly.

How, what's the matter? Clearly, one moment ago, I thought my brother-in-law, he didn't think so much at all, and his expression was still so indifferent. As a result, the next moment, he could slide up from her clothes.

However, this is not the end.

That covered his soft hand, but also suddenly moved

An Ge'er immediately bit his lips and spilled out the unbearable murmur. He stopped with one hand and bit his lips with a red face and said, "little, Uncle I'm not ready yet... "

At this time, she found that the cold charm of Bo Yan's eyes had subsided, and the deep darkness was full of people, and that little bit of fire was stirring up.

An Ge'er had to look away a little embarrassed.

The next second, but see him come up, thin lips stick to her ear low murmur, "now feel the wound still itchy..."

An Ge Er a listen, coax a bit, bite lip petal, whole person is in disorder.

It turns out that uncle used this way to relieve her itching and her attention.

The feeling on the chest is more and more clear, already will her wound that offset, an Ge Er red face, "no, not itching, not..."

The more he said this, the more disordered she pressed his big palm to keep him from moving, but his hand could not be pulled away. Bo Yan felt the touch under his hand, and his voice became dull and dumb. He coaxed him, "good, take your hand away."

An Ge'er quickly loosens up as soon as he sees the situation, but he doesn't want to take it. Instead, he directly buries his head into her clothes at a speed that she can't resist

An Ge'er exclaimed, looking at the person buried in her chest, feeling the stimulation of the body and mind, the whole person did not have a bit of guard, instantly fell.

In fact, the most painful is Bo Yan.

He wanted to divert her attention, but he didn't want to. When things got to this point, he couldn't help but want more. But obviously, it was impossible for him to take her under such circumstances.

An Ge'er doesn't want him to hold back. When he finally wants to get up and leave to blow the cold wind, she suddenly pulls him. Then in his slightly puzzled and surprised sight, her small face clings to his arms, but her small hands slide down slowly along his slender body

"Uncle, let me Help you... "

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