National School Prince Is A Girl

Qin Mo's body was depressed, his black hair was still moistened, and his fingers fell on the seat belt.

Bo Jiu didn't think that the great god would have a good conscience, so she let her go.

But there are precautions, but Bo Jiu never thought that after the seat belt was unfastened, the slender and beautiful fingers did not leave, but touched from her waist, and finally fell to her chest.

Bo Jiu raised his hand for a block and raised his brow: "Mo brother, what do you want to do."

Bo Jiu only saw the person in front of her, and her eyes flicked past her neck, and there was a smile of unknown meaning in the corner of her mouth: "It seems that what you let me hold is true, why? Now I don't hold my hand , Let me check the flexibility? "

Black history.

Bo Jiu always feels that since he knew the Great God, every memory is a black history.

There was no time for the teenager to respond, after all, Qin Mo came true this time.

Reaching directly, blocking the teenager in the narrow door of the car, the left hand protruded from the hem of the clothing, picked up the cloth, and moved quickly to make Bo Jiu want to resist.

With his back to Qin Mo and one hand cuffed, his range of movement is really limited.

The great god is also powerful, knowing that her legs are so powerful, she won't get off.

"I'm more interested in your body structure than the reason for your disguise as a man." Qin Mo looked at the person in his arms, his dark eyes, stained with deep darkness, and his figure also followed. After that, the lips were behind the white and elongated neck. The deep voice made the temperature in the car suddenly reach the extreme.

Bo Jiu straightened his spine, and did not want to expose the slightest weak posture at this time.

Qin Mo smiled, his cool lips, slowly moving up, and fell on the tip of her ear: "This time just as you wish, try a hand feel?"

"Brother Mo, I thought we had to talk about it." Bo Jiu wanted to move his wrist, was handcuffed, his right leg wanted to move, and was pressed again.

Qin Mo raised his eyebrows, and that face reflected in the car window, it would only seem to be precious.

This allows Bo Jiu to see his face at this time even if his back is facing him

The black hair is sharp and the hair is beautiful and unparalleled, just like the devil at night, especially dangerous at this time.

"It's been talking all the time, isn't it?" He smiled, his finger picked, and his breath fell behind her: "Why, don't you like this way?"

The electric shock-like heat flow all jumped up at once due to skin contact, and Bo Jiu shuddered uncontrollably.

The temperature of the body seems to start to be uncontrolled as the temperature in the car rises.

But the voice didn't mean to evacuate from her ears. She swam freely on her smooth skin with a cool fingertip, and then he gave it another heavy grip!

"It's really soft and feels good. The simulation level can not only fool some otakus, but even I can fool." Qin Mo smiled a little coldly this time: "It's really smart."

Why is this so familiar?

Think again about all the words she said.

The vengeance of the great gods is also subtle.

Bo Jiu seized the last chance and wanted to get up: "I can explain this."

Qin Mo pressed the person back, the breath was a little stronger, his fingers did not mean to evacuate, the most delicate softness under the palm, and brought the touch of warmth every time he thought of it, he would be covered with a warm fragrance jade……

She felt this time.

Will he still listen to her explanation?