Wang Bo in his previous life had countless longings and dreams in his heart. One of them was to lean on each other with the girl he loved, talk, chat, and feel each other's warmth, heartbeat and affection. He had fantasized about such a scene countless times in his mind:

On a winter afternoon, there is no wind and the sun shines lazily. There is a long sofa on the balcony. There is a small table in front of the sofa. There are a few snacks on it, and a cup of steaming coffee or hot drinks. On the sofa, he and his beloved girl sit. The two of them lean on each other and look at the vast world. The vast crowds say meaningful or meaningless, but thoughtful words. Warm, comfortable, leisurely, and free...

This is the dream that Wang Bo often had in his previous life, daydreaming. He had been doing this dream for more than ten or twenty years, but he never realized it until his death.

It's morning and there's no sun; the two of them are in the living room, not on the balcony; there are no snacks on the coffee table, only a cup of hot honey water, which is quite different from the imagined scene.

But this is not important. For Wang Bo, the most important thing is in people rather than things. On December 12, 1999, he finally realized one of the many wishes that he could never achieve in his previous life.

With Wang Bo's comfort, Liang Ya, who was depressed by the thought of her parents, felt as if she was shining in a warm sunshine, and she suddenly got much better. She was lying on the sofa half-wrugged by Wang Bo and suddenly raised her chin and stared at Wang Bo's eyes.

The girl in her arms suddenly disappeared. Wang Bo looked down and immediately met the girl's brown eyes that looked like the deep sea. The girl's red lips were half biting, and she was so delicate and dripping. The wet lips and petals were filled with indescribable light and temptation. Wang Bo's mind instantly jumped out of May's cherries and June's strawberries. So Wang Bo reached out and took off the velvet hat on the girl's head, threw it aside, and pinched the girl's round chin with his hands. His hands then chaps into the girl's thick, black hair, with a hint of coolness and shampoo smell. When he lowered his head, he went to the cherries and strawberries under him.

Wang Bohan/the girl’s wet/moist and warm chun/petals, and used his tongue to sway for a while, raging. Then he gently pushed his tongue, and the girl’s teeth opened up according to his tongue. Wang Bo poked out his tongue and entered the girl’s sandalwood mouth. He chased the three-inch lilac that he never tires of, sometimes he chased and entangled with the other party, sometimes he sucked hard, sucked into his mouth, and sucked slowly, sucked slowly, and tasted. Touch, smell, taste, including hearing, and all senses opened together. Enjoy this rare, absolutely a rare delicacy in the world that is hard to come by.

Liang Ya was accidentally interrupted by several times of her journey, which made her feel a little sorry for her boyfriend. This time, she got the opportunity because of her father's temporary problems. The opportunity was rare, so she also opened herself 100% and became obedient and tender. Her starry eyes were half open and half closed, and her breathing was sometimes rapid and sometimes soothing, and when the feelings reached the deep place, there were even a few sounds of complaints and tears. Like the singing of a yellow oriole, the shen/yin squeezed out from her throat, gentle, melodious, and with a fatal charm. (For harmony, the following deleted a thousand words)

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Liang Ya trembled all over and was immediately shocked. Her eyes were filled with anxiety and fear of the unknown. "But, I'm so scared! And you always get more and more greedy, always... always want to bully me." She was so sad that she was adorable.

"Xiaoya, you are my baby! It is a baby that I can exchange for in my life! How can I bully you? I just touch it, just touch it, okay?" Wang Bo kissed the girl's frown in sorrow and said lovingly.

"Then... then you have to promise me that I can't... I can't do anything else. I feel that it's too fast between us, and I'm not mentally prepared at all." Liang Ya stuttered and said pitifully.

This look is both cute and pitiful. Wang Bo has never seen it before. The tenderness in his heart suddenly arises, and the desire in his body disappears for a little while. Wang Bo nodded heavily and said, "I promise you Xiaoya that except for this, I will never go beyond the line today."

Liang Ya's face turned red, as if it was dyed with a bright color. She turned her head and closed her eyes, and then buried her entire face in Wang Bo's arms like an ostrich.

It is a default, and it is also a helpless "surrender". (For harmony, the following two hundred words are deleted)

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Even though he had already had the closest relationship between men and women, and had the deepest "communication" between men and women, he had an incomparable excitement at this moment, and the satisfaction, gratitude, and piety in his heart were comparable to a pilgrimage to Mecca. This was the extravagant hope that he had dreamed of at midnight in his previous life! But even in a dream, he could only dream of some vague fragments of studying with a girl and could not imagine that he could one day be able to walk with Liang Ya, the purest and most delicate flower of the four flowers - not only can they be together, but also hug, kiss each other, and use his palms to feel and possess the two treasures on the other person's chest at a distance! What is he capable of being so lucky; how much blessings he has accumulated and how much incense he has burned, he can get the favor and dedication of this angel-like girl!

For the first time, in Wang Bo's heart, he loved more than desires. He didn't have the kind of "measure" when he was with a beautiful woman, and he was full of thoughts. He was about how to pull out the other person's clothes, and do something with the other person's thunder and fire, and fight against each other!

Liang Ya, who leaned her head against Wang Bo's arms, grabbed Wang Bo's right hand, which was causing trouble in her chest with one hand, and wrapped her waist with the other. At this time, her eyes were closed, her face was red, her breathing was rapid and disordered. The skin on her chest clearly heard the movement of the big hand, sometimes as light as a feather, sometimes as heavy as a thousand equal, sometimes gently squeezed, sometimes slowly kneaded, and she was light and sometimes heavy, sometimes as fast as a slight sea, sometimes as slow as a slump...

December 12, 1999, a cold and hot, blurry and fragrant morning. (This chapter has a total of 3,300 words. In order to be harmonious, the inappropriate 1,200 words are deleted. The complete version is placed in the V/I/P group. If you want to see it, please automatically provide full-order screenshots when you want it...)

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Thanks to the VIP group of ordinary people, I can't get rid of books in this life, there is summer in the beginning of winter, the waves are floating in the era, the worry of mulberry, the iron wood fairy ruler, the magic wog, the forgotten eyes, waiting for nature, Pei Zujun, yesterday last year, the lofty ambitions, the low-key three-er, the secretly fat fat?, Wei&wei, the silent boundary line, the generous gifts of the 17 brothers and sisters who lie drunk in the boat!
Chapter completed!