National School Prince Is A Girl

"Mo brother, what are you doing?" Bo Jiu's eyes slowly squinted, his mouth still smiling, handsome.

Qin Mo's voice is very lukewarm: "Of course it is to sleep."

"But this is my room." Bo Jiu raised his eyebrows to remind him.

Qin Mo snorted suddenly, leaned over and leaned his left hand on the bed beside Bo Jiu. The breath of the whole person was covered, even with the handsome face like a god. The dark hair added a bit of evil spirit to his noble spirit, that is, a few wisps of bangs falling casually on the forehead and pasted on the white forehead, it made people feel beautiful and incredible!

He looked at her, with inexplicable heat in his eyes, and a deep voice in his ears, just like a precious red wine, spinning slowly: "Don't you want to sleep with me on a bed? Brother is satisfied today Your wish. "

There was a slight mocking in the indifferent voice.

Don't think she can't hear it, the god is clearly intentional.

Bo Jiu was depressed: "Isn't this page already opened?"

"Who gave you this illusion?" The man raised his eyebrows, meaning nothing to leave.

Bo Jiu simply smiled, his thin lips slightly curved, and approached the man: "But I like men, Mo Ge is not afraid of me ..."

Qin Mo took a finger and dragged the teenager away, pressing Bo Jiu on the head of the bed in such a posture. I will let you continue to take the penultimate physics class. "

Bo Jiu:… Is it good to help her with the problem?How can the great god change so fast!

But ... sleeping together.

In case something is noticed, it is really not good for her.

Bo Jiu thought of this, his eyes half-curved: "How can I control this? Brother Mo is so handsome, sleeping beside me is a test for me."

"Is it?" Qin Mo laughed, and the corner of his mouth was a little cold: "Then you better control it, don't stretch your hand, otherwise, I will probably cut your paw.

Bo Jiu was frustrated: "Brother Mo, you are also a man, you should be able to understand that sometimes you can't control it."

Qin Mo looked at the distressed boy in front of him.

Bo Jiuxie made a handsome face: "You get it, right."

"To be honest, I don't quite understand it." Qin Mo's voice is very weak, and his face is guilty and handsome: "After all, I am not a bend. What a handsome man sleeping next to him, I will not feel it."

Bo Jiu: ...

"Okay, even if Brother Mo can't feel it, what will I do if I shoot you?"

Qin Mo raised his eyebrows: "Can't you control yourself?"

"My self-control ability is indeed not very good." Bo Jiu good buddies put Qin Mo on the shoulders: "Otherwise, I wouldn't always go to the nightclub before."

So, God, go back to your room and go to bed.

In the last sentence, Bo Jiu wouldn't say it, he only expressed his emotions with a pair of electric eyes.

Qin Mo took the boy's hand, and the smile was even colder: "If there is no self-control, then I will help you control."

Before Bo Jiu responded, Qin Mo stretched out his hand, pulled the tie on the sofa, and tied the teenager's right wrist, while the other end was tied to the head of the bed.

Bo Jiu looked sideways, looked at the tie, the silver hair hit, it will inevitably pause, and then smiled again: "It turns out Mo brother is good."