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Stop Messing Around, Mr Bo! Chapter 392

Chapter 392 - : Seduction

Bo Jinchuan leaned against the couch with his long arm draped across the back of the couch. His arm came around her shoulders as he faced her. He tilted his head to gaze lazily at her, and his Adam’s apple bobbed.

Her skin was fair and exceptionally soft after the shower, and her rosy lips looked inviting.

“Won’t you get tired of it?”

“I don’t eat it for meals. It’s fine if I eat it occasionally.”

“Really?”

Bo Jinchuan spared a fleeting glance at the box on her lap.

Shen Fanxing picked up a piece of dried fruit and handed it to him. “It tastes good. Try it…”

“Hmmm…”

Bo Jinchuan grunted in response and Shen Fanxing brought the dried fruit to his lips.

However, Bo Jinchuan didn’t even look at the dried fruit. His hand, which was on the couch, pressed on Shen Fanxing’s head. He bent his head slightly and planted a kiss on her lips.

Perhaps it was because the sky and the sea were of the same color outside, or perhaps the romance that a pair of lovers had yearned to pursue was right in front of them. Or perhaps it was the quiet time they shared made it too easy for them to sink into.

The softness and warmth of her lips made Bo Jinchuan’s heart skip a beat and desire surged inside of him.

Shen Fanxing’s hand, which was holding the dried fruit, hovered in mid-air. The sudden kiss left her frozen.

The man’s tongue pried her teeth open and invaded the sweet territory of her mouth forcefully. Like a tornado, he sucked the honey from her mouth and hooked his lips on hers relentlessly. His passionate kiss had truly proven what the essence of sharing was.

When Shen Fanxing snapped back to her senses, it was too late for her to resist. His hands had wounded around her waist tightly as he pressed her against him. His nimble tongue swept across her lips, teeth, and the walls of flesh inside her mouth. Every brush of his tongue seemed to tug at a nerve in her body. The numbness that rushed from her feet to the top of her head made her fall helplessly into his embrace.

She was still squeezing the dried fruit between her fingers. At the same time, she was used to scrambling to follow his tempo and rhythm

The sunlight outside the windows was bright and it made the waters sparkle. Through the massive French windows, the entire room was illuminated.

Fine dust particles silently danced in the air as the bright sunlight poured in.

The room was overly quiet. Besides the sounds of clothes rubbing against each other, there was also the sound of their kiss.

The sight was passionate and heated.

And it pushed him to give in to his roaring desires.

Their breaths had heated up and the heat from their breaths was scorching.

His kisses became more fervent and her body fell backwards helplessly.

When she finally lost her balance, she hooked her arms around his shoulder.

Instinctively, she jerked her body and their lips parted.

Shen Fanxing panted as she tried to catch her breath. Her twinkling eyes were a fatal temptation to him.

She lifted her gaze to look at the man in front of her. The first thing she saw was his dashing face. Even though he was aloof and noble, his expression was lethal and sexy.

His dark orbs were fixated on her, and the flames in his eyes looked as if it was about to leap out.

“It’s sweet.”

Bo Jinchuan’s hoarse voice made Shen Fanxing’s heart turn numb again. Her expression faltered and she couldn’t help but lick her swollen and aching lips.

Bo Jinchuan’s eyes narrowed and the next second, Shen Fanxing felt a chill enveloping her. His familiar scent had left her abruptly.

When she came back to her senses, the man had already disappeared as he strode into the bathroom.

“Bo…”

She opened her mouth instinctively to ask him to stay, but the bathroom door was already slammed shut.

Stop Messing Around, Mr Bo!

Stop Messing Around, Mr Bo!

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Status: Ongoing Type: Author: Native Language: Chinese
Ms Shen goes about her usual days while Mr Bo flirts with her relentlessly. "Isn't CEO Bo a pure and modest gentleman who doesn’t associate himself with females?" With lazy eyelids, Mr Bo lies idly on the sofa with a posture graceful, his face revealing a contented smile. Glancing at that face, Mrs Bo is suddenly reminded of the incident earlier— "Dear, address me as your husband." Deep beneath the cold demeanor lies a man who cannot lose her. When facing him, she is helplessly charmed.

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