National School Prince Is A Girl

"I want to be alone." Bo Jiu continued to pretend to be pretending: "Go home and think about how to talk to Mengran tomorrow. After all, I want to be together."

This sentence just came out.

The temperature in the room is a bit low.

Qin Mo did not speak.

Just when Bo Jiu thought he had agreed and turned and wanted to go.

Qin Mo reached out and touched the door frame, blocking Bo Jiu's way.

Then half bowed, bowing her head close to her face, a warm breath fell back to Bo Jiu's ear, there was an indescribable numbness.

"I said that I'm tired today." Qin Mo paused, and the tone sounded with a trace of unresolved emotion: "Is it so uncomfortable?"

Bo Jiu, of course, nodded: "How can there be a little."

"Then drink some wine." Qin Mo dragged the teenager back: "Brother is with you."

Bo Jiu felt that he was playing another trick.

She never thought that the great god would think of him as her brother at this time.

In short, this trip is impossible.

The two opened a bottle of red wine.

Bo Jiu didn't drink much.

The most important thing is to stay awake.

It is true that there is really only one room here.

The god didn't even give her the opportunity to sleep on the sofa, and her eyes were faint: "Dare not sleep with me? What are you afraid of?"

"Mo brother, how do I think you intend to look at me for these twenty-four hours." Bo Jiu is not stupid, and this is not the reason for the great god.

Qin Mo leaned his head, lit a cigarette, and then took out his phone to slide it away and threw it to the person in front of him.

Bo Jiu looked at the information displayed above, and his eyes flicked.

No more, no more, only one line.

"Tomorrow at eight, Z will act."

Bo Jiu raised his eyebrows, and the Great God still did not completely dispel her doubts.

"Stay here tonight." Qin Mo raised his eyes: "I won't watch you 24 hours in the future."

Bo Jiu lightly smiled: "Well, for future freedom."

This is indeed an opportunity to completely dispel my suspicions.

However, what the person who impersonated her wanted to do.

Bo Jiu knew that more great gods would not say.

He showed her that the text message was already extra.

Just sleeping in the same room or the same bed is still different from before.

When the light was turned off and the room fell into darkness.

Bo Jiu was still able to see the shallow outlines through the little moonlight that penetrated.

Even with the kimono lying down, Bo Jiu couldn't sleep.

how to say.

Kissing and not kissing are different.

Bo Jiu felt that as soon as the familiar breath approached, the eyes of a man kissing her lips would appear in his mind.

Very deep, like the sea.

Thinking like this, you will inevitably want to retreat.

The lips were not good enough, and the tip of the tongue slipped across it, and it could reach a fine-grained wound.

Itchy.

Bo Jiu thought, and moved back.

Suddenly, the lights came on.

A tall shadow turned over and shrouded Bo Jiu's head, and the oppressive danger came again.

The breath of the Great God was directly above him, and it sprinkled lightly.

Bo Jiu first had an unspeakable dizziness.

The Great God is looking at himself, so close, that when the eyes of the two people hit each other straight.

Bo Jiu had to go face to face.

Qin Mo lowered his head, because he noticed that the teenager had been avoiding his slightly cold eyes, and then fell on the lips of the teenager, the corner of his mouth was hooked: "Itchy? Or remembered something?"