National School Prince Is A Girl

Because of this idea, Qin Mo frowned heavily, and his dark eyes seemed to reflect the light in this room.

Bo Jiu saw that Qin Mo didn't speak, so he wanted to take a closer look.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she moved, she was forced by a man and pressed under one hand.

He covered her, fingers clasped her wrists, and his breath was a little hot.

In the bedroom, except for a little faint light outside, it was dark all around, so it seemed that Qin Mo's eyes were more icy and deep, like a vigilant beast, exuding a dangerous and beautiful luster when hunting.

The two were so close that Bo Jiu could clearly see the long black eyelashes on the man's face.

He looked at her like that, his eyes were like deep well water, and he could be tempted to fall if he was not careful.

"Move again and you will go out. Now close your eyes and go to sleep."

His fingers seemed to exert a little effort, and even his voice was filled with low warnings

Then, Bo Jiu was pressed into the chest by Qin Mo.

In an instant, the smell of mint and tobacco on the man's body all penetrated into her nasal cavity, familiar and strange.

She was half a head shorter than the man, and her eyes fell on his perfectly lined jawline, and she could see his throat roll slightly as he spoke.

In this way, the posture of being held in the arms of a man can't be turbulent any more.

Fortunately, she put a plush toy on the bed, which can slightly separate the two of them ...

But Qin Mo only feels that the person pressed by him in his arms is very soft, just like the smooth cotton candy, and even the taste is sweet, making people want to use a little more effort to crush the teenager ... even This kind of thinking is not right, but Qin Mo can't control his most intuitive feeling. Fortunately, the teenager has settled down, and the head sticking on his chest is also very good. It is different from everyone he has contacted in the past. It smells good beyond the eyes, so Qin Mo does not reject this posture, but feels that it is a good way to sleep, whether it is the touch of the hand or the breath between the noses, it is very sleepy ...

The night was getting darker and thicker. Until early in the morning, the picture of two equally handsome people sleeping on the bed was very beautiful, especially Bo Jiu's silver hair lined with Qin Mo's black hair. The effect of the collision was very amazing.

If there are videographers here now, they will surely be photographed both of them. Such a scene will definitely attract countless fans on TV!

As the sun rose, Bo Jiu slowly opened his eyes, reached out and rubbed his left eye, the silver hair on his head was also raised two or three, and looked sideways at the side, the god was still sleeping, then Zhang can reverse the faces of all beings, he is expensive, elegant, and works brilliantly.

He lay there so quietly, his slender hands slightly laid together, elegantly stacked on his chest, long and thick eyelashes hit down to form a shadow, and the whole body exudes nobleness that no one should enter.

The slightly hooked lips seemed to be filled with indescribable mockery of their scum.

Bo Jiujiu looked at it more and more and felt that when God was creating, he must have pinned the great god as a son, and when he reached out, he wanted to poke the man's confusing face.

Just the next second, the familiar feeling of pain suddenly passed from the lower abdomen. As the body recovered, something seemed to flow out of that place.

Bo Jiu was froze for half a minute, then quickly got up and quickly walked into the bathroom ...