National School Prince Is A Girl

Bo Jiu pulled away the sweater that covered his sight, but he didn't say much.

After all, changing back to menswear is safer than womenswear.

Don't worry if you have a bandage on your chest.

If you want to sleep with the God again, you must think about adding an extra layer of protection.

So the vest in Bo Jiu did not take off.

But for her, the clothes of the Great God are too big.

Especially sweaters, sleeves should be rolled up in three layers.

Qin Mo turned his back on the wine glass, looking at the boy's appearance, still in his trousers, and his face with silver short hair was slightly depressed, like a child stealing an adult's clothes.Leaning on the side with ease.

Bo Jiu raised his eyes and saw that the Great God didn't mean to help at all. His thin lips flicked: "This dress is too big to fit me."

"Now I know that I'm short?" Qin Mo took a sip of wine and his voice was slow: "The ceiling learns."

Bo Jiu slipped and nearly fell down. Can the God's poisonous tongue disorder with a nickname be changed?

Qin Mo glanced down at the brightly lit mobile phone screen: "Do you have an answer to the thing I asked you to think about?"

"That thing?" Bo Jiu pulled his long sleeves: "Which one?"

Seeing this situation, Qin Mo put down his wine glass and walked over, dragged the young man's arm and rolled up the cuff for him. His side was beautiful and indifferent: "Break up."

Word by word, the tone is calm.

Bo Jiu remembered this, there was indeed such a thing.

However, she can't promise to be too refreshing, otherwise it will reveal flaws.

He had to bow his head and said nothing.

Qin Mo stopped smiling as if not smiling: "Why?

"This is my first love in name." Bo Jiu said this is true: "Mo brother, don't watch me confess so many times, this is the only successful one."

Qin Mo used force in his hand: "You also know that you have confessed many times."

Bo Jiu paused, why did she not open the pot, which is really not a matter of pride.

"In short, for the first time, you give me some time."

Answering this way should always be correct.

Qin Mo paused his eyes, and then his voice rang loudly: "One day."

"What?" Bo Jiu raised his eyes.

Qin Mo continued to roll the other cuff for the teenager, and the arc on his side did not show any emotion: "I will only give you one day. Listen, this is the limit."

Bo Jiu didn't speak immediately.

Qin Mo does not know how many times he has experienced such a mood today.

Feeling worried about hearing rejection.

worry?

When will he have such inexplicable emotions?

Not without guilt.

With this handle, let the teenager break up.

I just can't stand this guy will belong to a girl.

Since it is not so important.

Then remove it completely.

Don't give anything a chance to germinate.

This time he has learned the lesson.

In the future, only the young man will be around him.

"Okay." Bo Jiu tried to make his emotions a little low, and even got hoarse with his voice: "I will try to make myself forget."

Qin Mo looked at the lowered head, which had a silver hair vortex.

I got the answer I wanted.

But also not so happy.

Because Qin Mo found that if he could, he couldn't want to let the teenager lose.

Especially the loss of the teenager, not because of him, but because of a girl.