บท 116: Chapter 116 Who the Hell Are You Cursing to Grow Old Together?

Nan Jiaojiao was kissed until she felt dizzy and disoriented for a moment, as Bo Yanching's mouth moved from behind her ear to her neck, biting her as if in punishment, before lifting her up.

He lifted her by gripping around her waist, causing Nan Jiaojiao's body to arch uncontrollably backward to the point of almost breaking.

Bo Yanching pulled her back into his arms, kissing her along the way, and placed her on the sofa, then reached up to grope the wall until he found the switch and pressed it.

The room went pitch black.

The cold clarity in Nan Jiaojiao's eyes seemed to shatter, blending into her pupils; she briefly widened her eyes, enduring the tingling, tickling sensation that approached pleasure, and cupped Bo Yanching's face.

"Uncle San, what are you doing?"

As soon as she spoke, she couldn't believe herself, how breathless she sounded.