National School Prince Is A Girl

In an instant.

The tenderness in that bathroom seemed to be taken away.

All warmth stopped abruptly.

Qin Mo had a meal.

Even the slender fingers holding a guy in his arms were tight.

Qin Mo lowered his eyes, scanned Bo Jiu's face, his upper lip lined up, his eyebrows were thick, his nose was very tall, his beautiful eyes were like swirls, there was no trace of waves, his eyes were cold enough to see how he was feeling now .

Anyone who is familiar with Qin Mo knows that this person has always been elegant and polite, even if he is a dry frame, they are all smiling.

But now, no one dares to approach the wickedness rising from him.

The drizzling rain outside the window was still falling, Qin Mo put people under the quilt, and the room became a little cold.

Bo Jiu's sleep was not sober and vague, as if he heard someone asking himself, "Why go?"

The damp, deep voice was hoarse.

Bo Jiu was tired and slept deeper.

The night is thicker.

The princess nesting on the glass balcony is exceptionally quiet today.

Not because of anything else, but because it dare not make trouble.

After today, it also completely understood one thing.

It used to think that it was impossible for that guy to even get involved with his master.

Now it seems that the other party's force is too heavy.

Even if the owner was pressed down, he could not resist.

Hey……

As a cat, it is really helpless.

It was so late, there was still noise in the kitchen.

Aunt Zhang is bound to rise.

But when she saw the long figure standing in the kitchen, she felt stunned.

Because she was not sure what the young master was thinking, her eyes were heavy, and her eyes would be dark and heavy, as if she could not see the abyss.

Aunt Zhang walked over: "Master, let me do it."

Qin Mo shook his head and said that he did n’t need to. He cooked the noodles and put them in a crock to ensure that it would n’t be cold no matter how long it took.

Aunt Zhang looked at the back, very hesitant to tell the wife what the young master brought Jiujiao home today.

Because even Aunt Zhang can see it, this time is different this time.

Qin Mo seldom cooks, he is not hungry, and the noodles are clear to whom.

Looking at the man lying on his bed, the black hair hung down, covering her face, revealing her chin, and she fell asleep in a very pleasing way.

It's ... Qin Mo's narrow and dangerous eyes immediately squinted, and then he chuckled softly, with a cold voice: "Study is not good."

The language fell, and the whole person leaned over.

Half-dream half-sleep was entered, and it was fierce and numb, and he could not extricate himself because of his appetite, even his toes were trembling.

Bo Jiu only felt as if he was in the stove, his fingers were still forced to make a sound, and his open eyes were already an indistinct mist, thin and thin, a thin layer of mist.

Originally it was just punishment, but at this moment Qin Mo only felt that he was about to melt inside, and once more contacting her eyes, she became more and more intolerable, holding her waist, swept like a wild rainstorm.

The white window screen was blown up, and even the lingering look gave an extremely beautiful dream feeling ...

The sky is translucent.

After the rain, the sky in Jiangcheng was very blue.

Sunshine hit from the east, spotted on the bed.

Bo Jiu slept all morning, his strength had recovered, but after being exposed to such light, he unconsciously reached out and blocked his eyes ...