National School Prince Is A Girl

On the second floor, Qin Mo stood by the bed, looked at the pill spread out in his palm, picked it up at the end of his eyes, and then put it in his mouth, as if his lips seemed to elicit an arc.

This scene cannot be seen by Bo Jiu. After all, it is a kitchen killer. Such things as staring at the fire will certainly not relax your vigilance.

After Qin Mo returned, she also asked: "Are there any ambiguities?"

"No." Qin Mo's posture is very standard when making steaks, and the marinating process is also handsome. The steak is very fragrant after coming out.

Although Bo Jiu has other plans, this does not affect her desire to eat steak.

The meat-eating attribute of her, almost as soon as the steak came out, was fed to her by Qin Mo.

Bo Jiu has always been quick to eat.

Before being controlled by Qin Mo, he was able to eat slowly based on appreciation of beauty.

Today, I occasionally glance at the time, and the movement is much faster.

Qin Mo holds the knife and fork the same way as before. He can shoot posters in a standard posture, and he wears a pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose.

He doesn't wear glasses very often, except for clothes.

When it's almost half eaten.

He put down his knife and fork and reached out to squeeze his eyebrows.

Bo Jiu originally supported his jaw with one hand, and was very lazy. After seeing his movement, his eyes couldn't help but light up a little: "Why? Uncomfortable?"

"No." Qin Mo glanced at her: "It's just a little tired."

The lack is right.

Bo Jiuyi smiled: "Do you want to take a break after eating?"

"Huh." Qin Mo lowered his eyes. Was this guy happy when he saw him?

Bo Jiu looked at the clock and calculated that the drug effect should really start to work.

At about 7:20, she tapped her finger on the table.

Qin Mo reached out and unbuttoned a shirt button.

"Hot?" Bo Jiu raised his eyebrows.

Qin Mo: "Uh", and the slender fingers untied one more time. He did it slowly, exposing the white collarbone there, there was an indescribable sense of abstinence.

Bo Jiu was very happy, but his face didn't show up. He was still lazy: "I'll adjust the temperature."

"No." Qin Mo seemed to want to stand up, but at the moment he got up, he swayed and sat back on the chair again, then he frowned deeply, as if wondering why he was like this.

Bo Jiu's body was slightly tilted, and he was still a little worried: "Is it hard to bear?"

"No." Qin Mo's voice didn't change: "It's just that his hands and feet can't use any strength. Is there something wrong with the wine you just poured?"

Bo Jiu knew that it was not that simple to set a certain god. Anyway, the medicine had already come out, and she admitted simply: "I gave you some medicine."

Qin Mo looked at the smiling face in front of him and didn't see any sense of guilt.

And after seeing that he has no energy.

The man lifted his chin and kissed with a low eye, his mouth still hooked: "Brother Mo, let me help you go to bed, how?"

"The grandfather of the housekeeper has kept you reserved since childhood. Did you forget, Mrs. Qin?" Qin Mo said casually.

Sitting on the dining table, Bo Jiu leaned down and kissed his fingers again. The handsome gentleman was like a prince: "I am very reserved and I haven't forced you."

Qin Mo looked at her like that, and could clearly see her white neck like snow when she was bending over.

He kissed that place, knowing how sweet it was to bite up, and knowing that as long as his thin lips were pressed, she would tremble all over ...