Blackened Old Gong's soft and cute sweet bun

Bo Zong paused, then frowned, his heart seemed to be scratched by something, "If it is dirty, it will be dirty, don't worry about it next time."

"Here, you don't need to worry about these."

Rong Xi lowered his eyes, grasped the bed sheet tightly, and his eyes fell on the other's knuckle-boned hands. His slender fingers wrapped around his feet, making him feel extremely uncomfortable.

These hands should not be holding his feet, they should be sitting in the office, signing a billion-dollar contract.

He tried to pull his foot back, but the next second the other party held it tightly, and he said in a low voice, "Don't move."

Rong Xi didn't dare to move in an instant.

Then he stood up and went to the side to get a new towel. The young man raised his head slightly and looked at him. His beautiful black eyes shone like obsidian, his beautiful facial features were extremely delicate, and the wide black shirt slipped halfway from one side, revealing his beautiful face. The clavicle, against which the skin becomes whiter and more delicate.

Pure and lustful, especially confusing.

Bo Zong took the towel and squatted down next to Rong Xin's feet, grabbed the boy's white and slender ankle, lifted it up, and wiped it carefully, "Don't walk on the floor with bare feet next time, you will catch a cold .”

Rong Xi lowered his head, his eye sockets gradually turned rosy, he nodded, just like a kitten aggrieved, his voice choked up like a coquettish voice, "Okay."

Bo Zong paused, then raised his head, brushed up his wet hair, looked at him intently, and said in a low and hoarse voice, "Why are you crying again?"

Rong Xi just shook his head with his head down, he didn't know why he couldn't help crying again, he just felt that Master Bo was so kind to him, no one had ever treated him so kindly, as if he was born to be unwelcome .

Bo Zong sighed, "Don't cry, my heart is broken when I cry."

Only then did Rong Xi raise his head, his pretty face was like a little tabby cat, his round eyes drooped down, and his eye sockets were red.

Bo Zong scratched his chin, "Little crying bag."

Rong Ling's eyes widened, and he reached out to wipe his eyes, "I didn't!"

"Oh~" Bo Zong smiled and said, "So there isn't."

Then he stretched out his hand to hook up Rong's black shirt. The shirt was too loose and obviously didn't fit him, so he hooked it up with a light hook.

"Is my shirt easy to wear?"

Rong Xi's soft eyes widened in an instant, "Is this... your clothes, Mr. Bo?"

Bo Zong raised his eyebrows, "Otherwise whose fault do you think it is?"

Rong Xi grabbed the clothes and felt a little scared and embarrassed, "I thought it was pajamas at the door... Sorry, I will take it off and return it to you right now."

After speaking, Rong Yan grabbed his clothes and immediately planned to take them off, but Bo Zong held him down with calm eyes, and said in a cold tone, "You just take off your clothes casually like this?"

Rong Ling's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he said in a low voice, "Because I'm afraid you will get angry."

Bo Zong definitely doesn't like other people wearing his clothes indiscriminately, and the clothes are so expensive that he can't afford them.

Bo Zong laughed angrily, "Am I so easy to get angry?"

Rong Ling hung his head and stopped chewing.

He didn't know if he was angry or not, but he was afraid that Bo Zong was serious, and he was afraid that he would offend him by accident.

Bo Zong fell silent for a while, and then he put his arms around the young man's slender waist and dragged him into his arms, his fingers tightened tightly.

Since the boy didn't wear pants, the overly loose shirt barely covered the thighs, revealing the long white and straight legs, which were swaying and piercing the eyes.

"You can use whatever you want, I just hope you don't be afraid of me."