National School Prince Is A Girl

Qin Mo was standing beside the hospital bed with hot water poured for someone.

After the eyes touched the arc like Ningyu.

His eyes deepened, and then he raised his hands and took a sip of water.

Upon seeing this, Bo Jiu paused: "Mo brother, isn't that water for me?"

"Yes ago." After Qin Mo drank the water, he set the glass aside, bent his waist bar halfway, and touched her ear gently with her fingers.

The strange coolness caused Bo Jiu to step back, leaning his head against the wall: "How?"

"Look if you are good." He said, his finger flicking the left ear intentionally or unintentionally.

Bo Jiu Xindao said at this time, how could he admit that he was already good, at least it had to pass this evening.

He laughed altogether and stretched his waist lazily: "Mo Brother, what are you saying? You can't hear clearly."

"It's not clear yet." The corner of his mouth hooked up, and the beautiful and noble face was closer to her. When the thin lips opened, they could see the beautiful curve, which was very slow.

A kiss just fell on the tip of her ear.

Bo Jiu's heart trembled, hello, this is a foul.

Reaching out is to push people away, in case someone comes in badly.

After all, this is the infirmary.

"Why?" He pressed her wrist, and her lips were resting on her ears. The breath of the whole person seemed to cover her all: "It's not that kissing is good."

Block her again with her words.

Bo Jiu's backhand interlocked with his fingers: "Here is the infirmary." She made it clear enough.

"Oh ..." Qin Mo's voice was a bit long, with a unique sound quality, with grace: "It turns out that our gold master dad is also afraid of being seen."

Bo Jiuyi, what are you talking about? I can't hear it, it's better to pretend to be sick.

Qin Mo smiled and moved closer: "Do you think it's a coincidence that only you and I are here for so long?"

Of course not, so I have to pretend to be sick. God, you have n’t been right since just now, do you know?

Bo Jiu didn't continue talking from this aspect, but stretched out his hand and held his head. That force is estimated to be another fight, but when facing the god, she rubbed it very lightly. After two strokes, the eyebrows were still twisted; "Are you red eyes because of a headache?"

After Qin Mo's meal, his pupils dilated in a flash, and then he returned to his original appearance, the smile overflowed: "Compared with the head massage, there is a thing that relieves pain faster."

He looked at her.

His eyes were as deep as the night outside, so Bo Jiu's movements also stopped.

The next second, the flashlight seemed to run out of electricity, and there was darkness all around.

Bo Jiugang was about to turn his side to press the flashlight, his breath was already closer, and he came under pressure.

Immediately after that, he fell in her ears: "You look like you are wearing a sick gown and people really want to do something."

Before Bo Jiu opened his mouth, his lower jaw was lifted up, his lips pressed down, the thin lingering tobacco smell, the light and light kiss, the soft and cool touch, it is easy to think of mints.

However, the further back, the kiss became stronger, and the tip of her tongue sucked a little bit numb.

Originally, the two people were interlocking their fingers, and Bo Jiuyi pressed hard, and he laughed lowly, and after letting go of her, his lips still stuck to her: "Do you like it?"

Qin Mo in the night, like a demon from the deep sea, even the lazy and sexy voice makes people hot.

Coupled with him today, it is particularly different.

"I always wanted to do such a thing, even with my eyes closed. Sure enough, I shouldn't live in a room."

That kind of voice rang in her ears while pecking lightly behind hers.

Bo Jiu only felt that the blood was hot, and he moved the left hand with ten fingers clenched, as if this would give him some strength: "Mo brother ..."

"Huh?" Qin Mo didn't intend to let her get up, let go of her as she intended, but just pulled her wrist and let her wrap her neck.

The two were sitting face to face, and because Qin Mo's legs were too long, they naturally hung halfway down the edge of the bed.

But even so, Bo Jiu felt that she was not sitting on the bed, but in the arms of the Great God, too close, as if supporting a range with her legs, and she was in that range.

"It's weird." Bo Jiu lowered his voice and his exhaled breath hit his shoulders.

The dark brown combat uniform is very ascetic.

Qin Mo leaned over his head and smiled especially today: "Is it strange that I want to touch the person I like in my arms?"

Use the word ... Really, Bo Jiu raised his eyebrows, just to say something.

I felt that my sick clothes were lifted from behind.

Immediately afterwards, he slid his hand in, with a slight coolness.

Bo Jiuyi trembled, his fingers clenched his clothes: "Brother Mo."

Qin Mo's voice was low: "Don't hide, let me know that you are here."

After hearing that, Bo Jiu's heart softened, and he leaned his head on his shoulder: "One minute." After all, here is the army. She didn't understand very much before. Now she understands this kind of thing. Perceived that it was not very good.

Bo Jiu didn't care about anything else. What he worried about was how those people thought of him.

Fortunately, the Great God cooperated very well today, responding lazily: "Okay, one minute."

Unfortunately, this minute is longer than she thought.

Moreover, she only felt that the heat around her became higher and higher.

This is also because of the actions of the Great God.

Never mind that hand is restless.

It's just that this person has fouled too many things since birth, not just looks. Even when you close your eyes, the sound is like a late night cv of a radio station. After letting go, it is very magnetic and nice: "Have I said that your place is beautiful."

Qin Mo said while pressing on Bo Jiu's coccyx.

The numbness couldn't help but spilled into Bo Jiu's whole body. She unconsciously straightened her waist bar. She wanted to avoid that kind of touch. Even the corners of her eyes overflowed with redness at this time. Moles, as if coated with a layer of luster.

Let Qin Mo's eyes follow a little deeper: "Also, so is the back."

Under the moonlight, you can clearly see the two figures on the bed.

Especially those jade-like hands, the art is generally walking on the back of a young boy like white jade, and every time a word is spoken, the fingertip will be pressed down.

Bo Jiu even couldn't hold his breath, what he felt was his hands and his body temperature getting hotter and hotter.

Including every bit of him, she shuddered unconsciously.

He was getting closer and closer to her, and his hot nose was intertwined with her hurriedness, and his fingers pressed on her side and continued to go up ...