National School Prince Is A Girl

Wen Yan, Qin Mo's voice slowly: "How about letting you tie up?"

Bo Jiuyi, what did the Great God know and deliberately tried to test her?

She hadn't acted yet, how could the great god guess the purpose of going to the country this time.

Qin Mo raised his eyebrows: "Why? I didn't even forget to tie me when I was dreaming, now I'm not talking?"

"Did I say I would bind you when I was dreaming?" Bo Jiu asked.

Qin Mo reached out and patted her face gently, with a smiley smile on his face: "More than once, when I held you last night, you said it three times. I didn't expect you to have this Kind of addiction. "

It turned out that when I was sleeping, I accidentally said that my mouth was leaking.

It seems that the plan has not been exposed.

The current situation is far better than she thought.

Yesterday did not meet An Ying, everything is the gods routine, then she does not have to think about how to explain.

It's just that Aunt Zhang is still listening next to it. Can you save her face?

When Bo Jiu thought about this, he turned his head and looked in the direction of Aunt Zhang.

Only then did I find that there was no one next to me. After taking the photo, Aunt Zhang saw that the two had something to talk about, took the good evidence, and left with excitement, and didn't want to disturb the young master here.

In other words, only Qin Mo and Bo Jiu were left in the room.

Since there are only two of them.

What else does she care about.

Anyway, the Great God now asked her to tie him, she just tried it before going.

After Bo Jiu thought of this, the real rogue came out: "Really willing to let me tie?"

Qin Mo looked at the people in front of him, and the enthusiasm looks, how to see how decent: "You can give it a try."

Clever as Bo Jiu soon realized this was an opportunity.

A neat turn, holding Qin Mo's right shoulder with one hand, pushed the person directly onto the bed. The wig he wore was not removed, and his long satin-like hair fell down with Bo Jiu's movements Qin Mo's face.

Qin Mo's eyes lifted slightly, and the bandaged hands hung down beside the bed, looking at the man as he was, his eyes slowly descending.

Today, Bo Jiu is wearing a gauze black dress. When doing such a move, not only the porcelain-white collarbone will be exposed, but even her undulating curves and snow-white long legs can be seen.

Especially when the long legs are half-curved, people can't help but want to hold in their hands.

Qin Mo took his eyes back, his eyes deep one inch, something seemed to have reached a critical point.

But at this time, Bo Jiu was still silent on how to bind the great god.

By the time the reaction came over, the hand that had been lying on the side of the bed had already wrapped around her waist, and her fingers moved slowly up to the back and neck, and finally her fingertips reached her disturbing hot hair. in.

Bo Jiu's actions stopped abruptly.

At that time, she clearly felt his breath change.

Immediately after the person who was supposed to be tied to the bed by her, holding her waist and turning abruptly, she and her position changed, pushing her entire body into a pure white quilt. The light around them seemed to be dimmed. The space was very small. When the two whispered, the heat hit her ears. The voice was very low. There was a rusty dumbness. The whole body was hot. "I Have you said, don't wear women's clothes in front of me, you are setting yourself on fire ... "