Dressed as the Regent's Runaway Wife

Dormant, very quiet.

It will change, it will be different from what he saw before.

"..."

Meng Huan confirmed that he could see clearly and remember the details, then he slowly looked away.

... You must know what your own stuff looks like, right?

Meng Huan felt that he was shameless to a certain extent, but he worked very hard to justify his name.

Well, I was right.

After twisting the veil, Meng Huan blushed and continued to wipe his shoulders.

I don't know if it was because I looked too carefully just now, but Meng Huan felt that something was wrong.

He unconsciously put his eyes on Lin Bozhou's lips again.

Put it on his Adam's apple, which is stained with water drops and has a sharp line.

Put it on his thin and sexy collarbone.

On his strong shoulders and neck.

into his narrow, tight waist.

When it was over, Meng Huan felt dizzy and couldn't stand still, so he tried to chant Bodhisattva.

... I'm afraid this man has tricked me TvT.

——It's definitely not because of my old color!

no way!

Meng Huan bit his lips tightly, but the rationality he had just earned became distant and blurred in an instant. He shook his head, his eyes were drunk, and then looked at Lin Bozhou sitting in the pool.

But... this is his legal husband.

There was a moment of relaxation in his mind, driven by instinct, Meng Huan's outstretched hand fell on Lin Bozhou's abdominal muscles.

The pool water was a little hot, and the temperature of his fingertips was lower, and he gently touched the taut skin.

The atmosphere is a little weird.

The man sitting in the pool was covered with water droplets, and the water vapor stuck to his straight and heroic nose and lips. It was not as frightening as before, but a pale and cold sickness.

Lin Bozhou felt it: "Huanhuan?"

What are you touching?

Meng Huan just wanted to withdraw his hand.

But the back of his hand was immediately held down by a pair of stronger big hands, his skin was slightly hot, almost making him unable to move, Lin Bozhou said with a hoarse smile, "If Huanhuan likes it, keep touching it."

"…………"

Meng Huan was so frightened that he almost woke up.

Lin Bozhou's ending sound bewitched: "I am Huanhuan's husband, of course Huanhuan can touch wherever he wants, can't he?"

Although Meng Huan had a psychological warning about his anger, he was still taken aback when he heard this sentence.

His fingertips were hot and his skin was almost on fire.

As expected of the male lead Begonia.

Lin Bozhou closed his eyes and said in a slightly breathy voice, "...I also like Huanhuan to touch me."

He looked like he was being trampled by Meng Huan.

Meng Huan: Help!

Lin Bozhou really has something perverted about him!

Just as Meng Huan was about to say that it was all right, he grabbed his wrist and pressed it around his waist, imbued with a strong hint, moving from top to bottom in an inexplicable way.

"..."

Meng Huan's back felt slightly cold, and his throat tightened.

His fingers moved lightly, not for a moment.

Lin Bozhou let out a low gasp.

"........."

Meng Huan was numb, he felt like a lecherous king with an unstable mind, it was a coincidence that he also met a beautiful vixen who tried to seduce him.

But Lin Bozhou's waist and abdomen muscles were tense, and the touch was really...very good.

Meng Huan let him lead her. After touching her abdominal muscles, she touched her chest muscles.

At this time, Lin Bozhou didn't have the hostility and murderous aura he had when he was in charge of the government. On the contrary, he had bad eyesight, which added to his morbidity, and became a lovely, beautiful, strong and tragic.

Just stroked back and forth for a while.

Lin Bozhou spoke.

His voice was very low, and he didn't look at him with closed eyes, but the evil in his voice didn't diminish at all, as if he was expecting Meng Huan's action: "Aside from touching me, Huanhuan doesn't want to do anything else?"

The tone is slightly hoarse, touching the eardrum.

"..."

In the original book, Lin Bozhou only had the attribute of robbery and robbery. Why does he have this seductive and seductive attribute now?He's really... so flirtatious.

Meng Huan was so dizzy in his head, subconsciously felt that Lin Bozhou was seducing him, but he was really seduced, and couldn't help but pursed his lips.

Lin Bozhou's voice became lower and lower, as if tempting people into an abyss.

It was too low to be heard, "Huanhuan, touch me."

A slight sigh, like a very hungry man.

"..." Sex maniac.

Meng Huan swallowed nervously, and told himself with his remaining rationality that even if Lin Bozhou was talking about touching him now, he would definitely end up touching him in the end.

But the eyes really couldn't move away from Lin Bozhou's face.

Lin Bozhou leaned back slightly and leaned against the pool, with a relaxed smile on his lips, similar to the first time Meng Huan saw him in the pool.

Handsome and evil, like a shark.

Lin Bozhou spoke every word with the tip of his tongue, burning with desire: "Huanhuan, come here."

He had bumped into Meng Huan many times, Meng Huan was passive, he took the initiative, so his feeling came earlier than Meng Huan.

He was praying, he was waiting for Meng Huan's touch.

Such a sound made Meng Huan's mind seem to go blank for a moment, and when he came back to his senses, Meng Huan's lips were already close to his eyelashes.

The lips are warm and cool, and fit tightly.

One second before Meng Huan fell, he heard Lin Bozhou chuckle, as if he had succeeded in a prank.

"........."

That's right, he was deliberately seducing.

But Meng Huan had already kissed him, and Lin Bozhou's fingers pinched his chin lightly. Meng Huan's movements were not very familiar, jerky and clumsy, but the man in front of him opened his teeth and let the tip of his tongue go in.

Meng Huan is in the upper position of Lin Bozhou.

It looked like he was kissing Lin Bozhou forcefully.

But the patience on the tip of the tongue, stirring lightly, was clearly controlled by Lin Bozhou, as if he was patiently teaching his beloved wife to mature.

...This posture will give Meng Huan an illusion.

——He was playing with Lin Bozhou.

This feeling made Meng Huan's throat thirsty, and he turned his head a little bit. After biting his lip, he finally couldn't help but began to grope with his hands.

The corners of Lin Bozhou's lips were filled with joy, and the lips that were kissed by Meng Huan were slightly red, and his brows and eyes drooped lazily.

He had a conniving and laissez-faire attitude towards all of this. It was a good feeling for him to see Meng Huan have feelings for him.

Dazed, Meng Huan bumped into the spot he was staring at just now.

It was the first time that he was not coaxed by Lin Bozhou, but took the initiative to use his hands.

Lin Bozhou's breath began to increase, and he was extremely happy.

"I really like Huanhuan touching me like this." There was also incitement in her voice.

"..."

So perverted!he!

In other words, when Meng Huan was still awake, he was so ashamed that he slammed his head into the bed, but now...

Meng Huan had a drunken attack in his head, and he was completely dizzy. He couldn't help but began to follow his inner thoughts...

This night's experience was like a dream, Meng Huan felt more tired than ever, maybe it was because he took the initiative himself.Lin Bozhou was no longer as strong as before, but like playing hard to get, he let Meng Huan squeeze him, but made a few unbearable low-pitched sounds from time to time.

That kind of vagueness, looming, and faintly visible, makes people even more crazy.

In the end, his mind became dizzy, as if he had been wrung out of water, and Meng Huan finally fell asleep.

He was lying under the quilt, his fair eyebrows were stained with tiredness, and he was too sleepy to open his eyes.

Beside him, the quilt was lifted slightly, and Lin Bozhou waited for a moment facing Meng Huan's direction. Then, with a smile on his lips, he got under the quilt and gently hugged Meng Huan into his arms.

Meng Huan has a bad habit. When he is drunk, he tends to forget things.

Just waking up in the morning, Meng Huan seemed to have something under his neck. He opened his eyes uncomfortably and got up. It turned out to be Lin Bozhou's arm.

Meng Huan felt a dull pain in his head, which was probably the aftereffect of being drunk. He rubbed his eyes and looked at Lin Bozhou who was sleeping next to him.

The snow-white obscene clothes were opened at the collarbone, revealing extremely ambiguous red spots, the hair was scattered in the pillow, the eyes were covered by white gauze, and a few bloody teeth marks were exposed on the shoulders.

Meng Huan was stunned for a moment, sure it was the second day after Huan got well.

Then, the scene of last night appeared in his mind.

Lin Bozhou was pressed down by him, he couldn't see his eyes, and he seemed unable to resist. He let Meng Huan sit on his lap, aggressively and impatiently took the initiative, and couldn't help biting his shoulder a few times.

"Can't you move?"

...When I bit it down, I seemed to say so.

Meng Huan hissed and raised his hand to support his forehead.

"........."

No way.

Are you really so enthusiastic when you're drunk?

In the past, it was Lin Bozhou's enthusiasm, but now, it was his own enthusiasm. Meng Huan looked at him blankly, with an indescribable feeling.

"cough……"

Beside him, Lin Bozhou's eyelids trembled slightly, as if he was about to wake up.

Meng Huan turned his eyes, and Lin Bozhou opened his eyes. His eyes were not focused, obviously he couldn't see anything, and he was just looking in Meng Huan's direction.

"Is Huanhuan awake?" His voice was hoarse.

Meng Huan said "ah", "I'm awake."

Lin Bozhou paused for a moment, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips, with a bit of laziness afterwards, he still kept his eyes on his direction.

Meng Huan seldom confronted Lin Bozhou directly the next day after the incident, and usually Lin Bozhou went to court, and he squatted all day doing ideological work for nothing, as if nothing had happened.

Meng Huan was taken aback for a moment, feeling the need to say something.

He asked, "Have you had enough sleep?"

Lin Bozhou: "I didn't get enough sleep."

Meng Huan let out a cry.

Then, I heard him add calmly, "I slept late last night."

"..."

Meng Huan actually doubted whether it was true that he took the initiative last night. He wanted to bring this topic up lightly, but it seemed that he couldn't bring it up.

Meng Huan pursed his lips: "Well, last night I..."

He was a little embarrassed, scratched his hair, and wanted to ask: Am I very proactive, pestering you, and not causing you any trouble, right?

What he thought was that Lin Bozhou had bad eyesight and was still sick. He didn't take the initiative to ask for it, but he asked for it himself. It was kind of weird.

Lin Bozhou: "Last night?"

"I just drank a little too much, and I feel that my personality is more impetuous."

Meng Huan thought about it hard, and remembered that he kept touching his abdominal muscles and kissing him actively, as if he used a very shameful posture, maybe he was riding... Yes, he was too active.

He waited for Lin Bozhou to tease him.

Unexpectedly, the voice in the ear was very soft: "It's okay."

"..."

Meng Huan turned his head, Lin Bozhou's voice was still a little hoarse, sometimes it's good to hear the other person's breathing, his breathing is very nice, but it may be because he panted too much last night and his voice was hoarse.

Lin Bozhou turned to him, his eyes were blind, but his thin lips were slightly curved: "It's really nothing."

"........."

This tone made Meng Huan's back numb.

It was as if...he was really put to sleep by himself.