National School Prince Is A Girl

Bo Jiu shuddered, and opened the distance between the two.

Only then did she discover that she thought she would be very aggressive.

When the reflection is in the rear mirror, the feeling is completely changed.

Especially when the God's hand is on her waist.

It was like she was giving her arms to the great god.

Qin Mo also saw the scene in the mirror of the rear car and followed the corner of his mouth: "If it's this posture, you can be on it later, after all, your waist is so soft."

Bo Jiu felt that this topic was really not good for her, took a deep breath, and looked clearly: "Mo brother, I am really straight, and it will always be."

"There is no constant thing in this world." Qin Mo's eyes deepened: "You don't have to give me the answer now."

Bo Jiu looked at him: "But I am really not suitable for being your boyfriend."

"I said you don't need to give me the answer now." Qin Mo turned sideways and opened the door on the left side for the teenager. The angular handsome face was a little blurred at that moment: "Wait after the resurrection match."

Bo Jiu thought for a while, and that was the only way.

After she got out of the car and went into the villa.

The black Hummer gradually disappeared into sight.

Still feel a little messy.

The Great God had tried to break her.

Break her?

She is a girl.

How to bend?

Bo Jiu threw himself on the bed, obviously tired, and his abdomen was a little bored.

But just can't sleep.

There is really no way to sleep.

Probably not used to it.

After raising the princess for a few days, suddenly there was nothing in her arms.

But Bo Jiu knew that this was not an important reason.

The problem is that the breath remaining between the lips and teeth and the residual heat on the long legs can't be dissipated.

That all became the main cause.

My heartbeat didn't seem to recover.

It seems that only one closed his eyes.

The beautiful face of abstinence and the breath when he approached appeared in his mind, as if it could penetrate into every cell ...

Bo Jiutu sat up and his silver hair fell, which was his perfect profile.

The Great God is a bend.

But how would she tell the great god.

She is not a boy at all.

Bo Jiu did not think about this before.

But now I recall carefully.

From the beginning, the Great God had an extraordinary rejection of girls.

There is indeed a tendency to bend.

And the great god also has cats.

Did n’t anyone say that.

At least eight out of ten men who have cats are curved.

This situation is really ... Bo Jiu reached out and pressed his forehead. If she told the god, what was her secret?

Say she is a girl.

The great god is estimated to kill her.

Maybe you can try to wear women often in front of the gods.

Let's subtly change it first.

It would be better to say it after dragging it to the contest.

What the god likes is her men's clothing.

But she knew very well that she was not a boy ...

The twilight outside the window stained the ground a little bit.

Indistinctly, the temperature dropped somewhat.

Lieutenant Zhang in the car has so far dared not look back at the expression of his young master.

Just listen to what I said just now.

Master seems to have failed the confession?

Lieutenant Zhang knows very well that from the young to the big, what this person wants can never be easily obtained.

This time ...

Lieutenant Zhang glanced at the rear mirror.

It was only found that Qin Mo's posture had not changed since the beginning of the moment. His black forehead hit him, covering his eyes and making him unclear.

lonely.

For the first time, Lieutenant Zhang saw this word on the young master ...