National School Prince Is A Girl

"It's itch, the weather is cold, it's not easy, plus today ..." Bo Jiu finally didn't finish his speech, it was too embarrassing. After being kissed twice, it left a mark.

Qin Mo reached out his hand and wanted to touch it with his fingertips.

What a joke, such a pose?

Bo Jiu sat up directly, otherwise it was too ambiguous.

But in the end, she found that after she sat up, the posture was more ambiguous.

The god didn't know what to think, the dressing mirror was pressed on the left side of the bed.

Bo Jiuyi turned his head, and he could just see the picture of the two of them in the mirror.

The handsome man, knees against the sheets, hands on her sides, her upper body close, the collar of the shirt half open, and the strong chest exposed, the voice was low: "What, why not say?"

Whether in terms of posture or appearance, the aura of the Great God is too strong.

Bo Jiu didn't say anything again because she always felt that after seeing the scene, a lot of pictures should appear in her head.

Everything blames the great god for being too handsome.

The existence of such abstinence is easy to make people think about it.

It seemed to notice Bo Jiu's gaze.

Qin Mo leaned his head and looked at that along the line of sight.

In the mirror, the teenager was trapped under him like that. The solid white collar was slightly crooked, revealing a beautiful and delicate collarbone. The skin was fair and white, and the thin lips were slightly open. His eyes even brought a trace of moisture in surprise.

Qin Mo's eyes looked dark in that picture.

In fact, it doesn't matter whether the teenagers wear women's clothing or men's clothing.

It doesn't seem to affect his feelings about this guy.

If you want to tear off all the clothes of the other party, it is best to be able to imprint his trace on every inch of this guy's body, not only the lips, but also the ears, neck, collarbone, and any place that can be left.

How strange, obviously it is the same body structure as myself.

But can't stop that idea.

I want this guy's legs to be wrapped around his waist, and I want to hear the voice of the teenager who is hard to beg for mercy.

Just like those things he thought before entering the room.

Get this person and let him belong to him completely.

The sweet smell of candy on the boy's nose seemed to be urging him to do it.

Even with blood is restless.

If you have tasted the taste of a teenager, you will want to taste more.

But Qin Mo understood that once he did, he would lose everything.

So he just moved his palm slowly through the sweater of the teenager, and dragged the teenager back to the original position inch by inch: "If you do n’t sleep, I do n’t mind throwing you out through the window directly, so that those who like you black Look at the peach fans, their beloved little spades will not only cross the wall and climb the ceiling, but also absorb the smog, or your brother teaches you to do something else, such as exercise your kissing skills, eh? "

When he felt the warm breath that was getting closer and closer to his lips, Bo Jiu realized that some textbooks were right, and he had to avoid all hormonal men.

Although the god is not bent, what if she looks too handsome?

She must not be overwhelming.

"I sleep." Bo Jiu turned his head seriously and opened his eyes again, adding: "Brother Mo, good night."

Qin Mo lowered his head, and his deep eyes crossed a bit of speechless patience.

After the black lights, the teenager did not see it.

It ’s just that the temperature in the room is a bit high for some reason ...