Chapter 315

With sugar in his mouth and dark eyes, the boy looked at himself in a white tuxedo on TV and said to Rong Junyi next to him, "have you been handsome by your boyfriend?"

The young man raised his head slightly, and Rong Junyi narrowed his eyes slightly. Looking at the young man, he seemed to shake his tail. His eyes were bright, and his face was written "for praise". It was so cute.

Rong Junyi's Obsidian eyes were smiling, and his thin lips were slightly undetectable, "yes."

The man's words made the boy more angry.

"Good eyesight." the young man's exquisite and handsome face had a wicked smile, and his eyebrows were curved, like the bright first quarter moon in the night sky.

"So, is there a reward?" the man raised his eyebrows and looked at her. His low voice was lazy and beautiful, and his black pupils were deep and deep. He just looked into the dark color and let it indulge and fall.

"What reward?" the boy's dark eyes looked at the man. His eyes were bright and flickering. He looked pure and innocent and couldn't understand, but his hand lifted the man's clothes. "Is that so?"

The man's eyes were dark, and he breathed a deep breath silently in his heart. He tried to ignore the young man who kept firing on himself, and his breath became more and more hot.

"What's the matter? Uncomfortable?" the boy felt the man's increasingly hot breath, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and looked as pure as a lamb. Of course, he should be able to ignore the evil spirit in the bottom of his eyes.

"Remember." the man's voice was a little hoarse, and the young man's cool fingers crossed the man's chest.

At the next moment, the man's thin lips roughly kissed the attractive lips of the young man, and the big tongue took advantage of the momentum to drive straight in, sucking every inch of sweetness in the small mouth.

The boy raised his eyebrows slightly, and his slender fingers continued to ignite on the man.

After a kiss, the boy's cheeks were slightly red, but the evil smile in his eyes could not be covered up, and his low voice sounded: "you said, let me sleep at the age of 18."

The man's Obsidian eyes are deep and boundless.

Eighteen years old.

He can wait. He just hopes that the little guy won't regret it.

At this time, the boy was still raising the fire, leaned over and kissed the man's lip, smashed his mouth: "sweet."

The man took the boy's troubled hand away from him and said with a low and hoarse "subwoofer": "it's fun to tease me and run?"

It's fun

Of course, the boy didn't dare to say that. He was worried that her daughter-in-law would blow up.

The young man's eyes moved, and the next moment his dark eyes took a trace of wronged grievance, drooped his head, and his voice was a little stuffy: "aren't you 18 years old? You can't eat meat, can't you eat some meat residue?"

Rong Junyi's black eyes were darker. The young man hung his head and pretended to be wronged, which made him seem to see a fox tail wagging and wagging.

But the little fox pretended to be a pure and innocent sheep.

"And didn't you ask for a reward yourself?" the young man seemed so wronged that tears were about to fall down.

A man who asked for trouble touched his nose and coughed twice. He couldn't speak. It seemed that he wanted a reward first.

The boy looked at the man, and the addiction to acting came up instantly. He squeezed out a few tears from the corners of his eyes. The innocent look seemed to say "the baby is very wronged, come and comfort me".

The man held his forehead slightly. "It's too much!"