Chapter 312: Uncle, let me help you

"That can't be touched, now it is very likely to be infected if you scratch it."
He was talking like that, but he sat up to help her check, lifted her medical coat slightly to stop under the full ups and downs, and gently stroked her around the wound.
An Ge'er bit her lip, and the feeling didn't seem much better. Instead, watching her uncle's fingers slide under her chest, her ears felt a little hot.
Because I don’t know if it’s her illusion, my uncle can at best relieve her around the injury, but she always feels that his arm is squeezed into... her bulging chest...
She blushed a little, but when she secretly raised her eyes, she saw his brows and expressions calm, as if there were any... evil thoughts at all, and An Ge'er secretly told herself not to be so impure.
How can someone who is so abstinent and cold like my uncle... blaspheme her...
Uh... blasphemous?
Before An Ge'er could finish muttering in her heart, she saw a hand suddenly following the undulating arc and clinging to it...
She was stunned suddenly.
A hint of astonishment flashed in his eyes, and two red clouds floated on his cheeks instantly.
What, what's the matter, I thought I didn't think about him so much at all the moment before, and the expression was so indifferent, so the next moment, I could slip up from her clothes without any haste.
Of course, this is not over yet.
The soft hand that covered him suddenly moved...
An Ge'er immediately bit her lip and overflowed with that unbearable low groan, and quickly stopped it with one hand, blushing and bit her lip, "Little, uncle...I'm not done yet..."
At this time, she discovered that the cold charm in Bo Yan's eyes had faded, the deep seclusion permeating people, and the little flames that were igniting.
An Ge'er had to look away slightly embarrassed.
The next second, I saw him approaching, with thin lips pressed to her ears and whispered, "Is the wound still itchy now...?"
When An Ge'er heard it, he coaxed, and the whole person was messed up while biting his lips.
It turned out that my uncle actually used this method to relieve her itching and relieve her concentration.
The feeling on her chest became clearer and clearer, already offsetting her wound, An Ge blushed, "No, it's not itchy, it's not..."
These words became more and more chaotic. She pressed his big palm to prevent him from moving, but his hand could not be taken away. Bo Yan felt the touch under his palm, and her voice became a little dull and seductive. Said like, "Hey, take your hands away."
An Geer quickly released it when she saw the situation, but she didn't want him to not take it in the next moment, but directly buried her head in her clothes at a speed that she could not resist...
An Ge'er screamed, looking at the person who was buried in her chest, feeling the physical and mental stimulation, the whole person was not defensive, and she fell instantly.
In fact, the most painful is Bo Yan.
He wanted to divert her attention, but didn't want to. When things got to this point, he couldn't help himself and couldn't wait to want more, but it was obviously impossible to ask her under such circumstances.
An Ge'er didn't want him to hold back. When he was about to get up and leave to blow the cold wind, she suddenly pulled him, and then in his slightly puzzled and surprised eyes, her little face was close to his arms, her little hand But he took the initiative to slowly slide down his slender body...
"Uncle, let me... help you..."