National School Prince Is A Girl

In some respects, Bo Jiu is indeed a very qualified pillow.

As long as this person's breath is present, Qin Mo will relax.

It's just that Bo Jiu is still worried that the rain on his body will affect the Great God

And the temperature on the back of the hand is not meant to drop.

This made Bo Jiu narrow his eyes.

Gently raise your hand.

Then, walked towards the bathroom.

Her pace is very slow, try not to exert a little force.

Turn on the hot water and soak the towel in it.

He took off his jacket directly and took Qin Mo's jacket from the hanger and put it on his body.

It seems that he is not going to sleep.

After doing all this.

She took the towel out, twisted it a few times, and covered the forehead of Qin Mo with so much heat.

When doing these things, in order not to appear rude, Bo Jiu's movements were silent.

Instead, the princess was watching, warning patrolling there.

It seems to be saying that you do n’t want to start thinking about things when your master is not able to resist.

At this time, Bo Jiu's attention was focused on the Great God, and he had no intention to see the princess.

He pressed the quilt corner of the quilt again, and his eyes fell on the left hand, which was attached to the medical tape, and reached out to touch it.

When she thought it was almost time, she took off the towel and went into the bathroom to re-soak the hot water.

It's just that this time, two pieces were soaked, and the other piece covered the left joint of the great god.

For an e-sports player, hands are the most important.

What's more, joint hot compresses have the effect of reducing fever.

It's just a cycle of action.

The clock hanging on the wall kept spinning.

The rain outside the window did not stop.

Qin Mo is still out of dreams.

Only this time it was much softer.

There is no river that almost submerges people.

But there is a soft thing in his arms, and every time he rushes to him, he will be indifferent and call him indifferently.

So ... who is it?

Too much to know the answer, but the easier it is to wake up.

When Qin Mojue opened his eyes, he found that there was one more person beside him. The man was afraid that he would be cold. His right hand was covering his left wrist. .

Qin Mo reached out his hand and rubbed his fingertips against the young man's cheek. The touch was indeed like milk, very smooth.

Qin Mo leaned over and wanted to do something.

But soon, he paused.

Even if he is very tired, he knows subconsciously that he has a fever and a cold and can't pass it on to someone.

It's just not to let this guy sleep like this.

With a little thought left, pull the quilt.

Both were wrapped in.

Qin Mo's lower jaw rubbed thin Jiu's soft hair, his eyes closed again, his side face was still indifferent, but his breath was completely different.

On a bed, the gesture of embracing from behind will always look particularly warm.

It's just that it's time and occasion.

Early the next morning, it was just dawn.

Aunt Zhang was worried about Qin Mo and cooked the porridge early and even brought it in with the medicine.

Originally I was thinking about calling the young master to get up, which is estimated to be a little difficult. What I am most afraid of is that the young master's fever has not retreated, and what should I do.

Who knows, as soon as she opened the door, there was an extra person on the bed!

The portrait just woke up after hearing the sound, rubbed his eyes, and then smiled at her, two lovable tiger teeth were exposed, and the silver hair was more handsome: "Hush, aunt Zhang, little With a voice, Brother Mo hasn't woken up yet. "

Aunt Zhang: ...

This is not the point, the point is how did you come in, Jiu Shao!!!!