National School Prince Is A Girl

Bo Jiugang just needs to adjust it.

There was a sound again at the top of the head, the sound quality was still very weak but inexplicably hoarse: "You are so turbulent, are you challenging my endurance?"

Qin Mo's words made Bo Jiu calm down a lot, after all, the rolling breath coming from below was indeed very hot.

Since his ears are attached to the man's chest, it seems that the whole world is left with the heartbeat of the other party.

Boom, Boom, Boom, peaceful.

It's like going back to childhood.

In the summer on Wall Street, the trees in the courtyard grow very lush.

At that time she turned over the wall much smoother.

Nothing stopped her after.

She went more diligently next door.

It is sleepy after playing for a while, after all, it is young, it needs to be long, and it must maintain a balance in the biological clock.

The two of them took a nap together.

It was just that at that time, she still knew that he liked clean, but she couldn't control herself, always rolling around on his bed.

He rolled to a small face, and took a blanket to wrap her whole person, only to be stable.

Which is as dangerous as it is now.

Bo Jiu didn't move, but she still felt something against her.

"Don't look around, don't move you." The voice rang again, but it was softer than usual and I don't know how much.

Bo Jiu retracted his gaze, and was a little sleepy afterwards.

But she is here to take care of the patient, not to sleep.

Resolutely maintaining his principles, one arm around Qin Mo's waist, the other hand always remembers to hold Qin Mo's injured hand, subconsciously worried that he will be touched.

Doctor Qin said that Bo Jiu treated Qin Mo as a porcelain doll, and he was right.

In order not to let himself fall asleep, Bo Jiu would still look for the topic: "An Ying said afterwards, you used to be uneasy to sleep, and later found me this pillow to cure insomnia, Mo brother, treat your pillow gently. a little."

Qin Mo looked at the man lying on his body, and even when he was talking, he was so confused that he stretched out his hand and shoved her broken hair, and kissed it down: "Okay."

Probably got a response, or whether the temperature or the breath of this person is too in line with the aesthetics and requirements of the teenager. In short, it is very comfortable, so I will fall asleep unconsciously.

Qin Mo rubbed her face with her fingers, never thinking about who would be so close to one day.

Sleep is not comforting because you will continue to have nightmares.

Dreaming of water, the bottomless water.

Qin Mo is a psychological offender. He knows that this is a psychological problem.

It's just that even the knowledge he knows cannot be answered.

Why every time he wakes up, it is not the water that makes him the most uncomfortable, but when he reaches out his hand, he can't grasp anything, the palm is empty, and the heart is empty.

At the beginning.

He didn't even understand why there were tears on his face.

Is it owed?

He owes the person who was wronged by him, but he still doesn't know the name.

So no more cases are touched.

But that sense of emptyness has not disappeared, like losing the most important things.

Until this guy appeared.

Qin Mo lowered his eyes, watching the snoring in a low voice, sleeping in a mess, but not forgetting the teenager holding his hand, thin lips fell on the top of Bo Jiu's head.

I vaguely heard what the portrait was saying, got closer, only heard a name ...

Hoshino.