National School Prince Is A Girl

Bo Jiu didn't know what Qin Mo was thinking.

Only when the other party said "wash together?"

There was a bit more evil in the corner of the mouth, with a unique laziness: "Okay."

After all, a great god in the bathroom is even more beautiful.

The villa in Anjia's home abroad has a large bathtub and floor-to-ceiling windows on the other side.

You can see the lights below.

The bath water in the bathtub has been placed, fresh roses and white foam are intertwined, and a bottle of iced red wine is placed next to the bathtub.

"Do you want to drink?" Qin Mo turned his face.

Bo Jiu smiled shallowly, leaning on one side of the bathtub with one hand: "Don't drink, it's a waste of time."

Qin Mo glanced at her, and had not moved.

She snapped into the bathtub.

After the suit was soaked, it looked more beautiful and abstinent than ever.

Obviously it is cold, but there is one more for no reason, which makes people want to be sexy.

That kind of sex appeal with Qin Mo's face really makes people feel itchy.

Bo Jiuqing smiled and lowered his eyes, falling the kiss on his eyebrows with water drops.

Qin touched her eyebrows, feeling that her hand fell on the button of his coat, and did not stop her, but instead looked at her like that, her black eyes were a little heavy.

Bo Jiu noticed this, and the arc of the corner of his mouth fell on his neck with a kiss, then moved up, and kissed his ear.

Qin Mo's fingers moved, his back straight, and his eyes deepened.

Bo Jiu only felt that such a great god who left her at her mercy was too tempting to kiss.

It is true that beauty is wrong.

It's true that the beauty is bathing, especially the heart.

Especially like now, his suit was wet, and his black hair fell down. Instead of feeling a sense of sorrow, he only wanted people to bite his neck.

Bo Jiu did the same, kissing always makes people like it, especially his cooperation.

For Bo Jiu, sitting on someone, kiss it here, kiss it there, it's probably eating tofu, and it's very beautiful.

But for Qin Mo, this level is far from enough.

How can it be.

Want to hug her fiercely.

The thought of leaving her in the eyes of the whole person has never stopped.

So, how can you be satisfied just by kissing?

The electric curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows do not know when the button was pressed.

Bo Jiu is very focused on the "gourmet food" around her mouth.

From the shallow kiss to the deep kiss, there was a light red wine fragrance on the tip of his tongue.

I don't know when the dominant person has become him.

He reached out and supported her head, and started a crazy siege.

The water in the bathtub seems to be hotter.

Bo Jiu's thoughts followed the burning left.

I saw the reflection of two people in the mirror.

Whether it was a suit worn by Qin Mo or a T-shirt worn by Bo Jiu, it was soaked.

Black hair and silver hair are mixed together.

While holding his hands against her waist.

The sky was full of snowflakes left in Bo Jiu's mind, and his hand had reached in.

Bo Jiu suddenly felt numb, his eyes slightly blurred.

But he was close to her ears, with thin lips behind her ears. The tall body was getting hotter and hotter, almost able to boil the water, and his voice was hoarse: "Do you know how long I waited for this day? "