National School Prince Is A Girl

"I am not a philosopher, nor a Z. I don't know what she will do after that step." Qin Mo glanced at the boy: "Well, the youth rebellious people are not suitable for this topic, come over."

Fu Jiu once again feels that her identity as a high school student has been scorned by the great gods. Even the topics are age-related?

Also, when will the topic of her youth rebellion end?

Fu Jiu did not move.

Honestly, she really wants to know why the Great God has been so "following" her. Also think that she is a bad person?

Qin desert saw the boy did not come over, the eyebrows wrinkled a bit, then a force, fingers lifted the boy's chin.

"What?" Fu Jiuxiang took a step back.

Qin Mo directly pulled people back: "Stay, don't move."

Fu Jiu only saw what the great **** was holding, a light lip balm.

"No, Mo Ge, do you still have this kind of thing?"

She thinks that the **** is so straight, it is not like some men who bend, usually not only keeps the skin moist, but also keeps the lips moist, so the skin care products are not less than girls, and they are very particular about the brand.

"I really didn't think of it, Mo Ge, you are actually like this."

Qin Mo raised his brows and his voice was careless: "Stop your messy thoughts. This lip balm is your top fan, Ms. Ann."

"After An Ying?" Fu Jiu turned his head and refused: "No, it's too feminine."

Qin Mo once again pinched someone's chin: "There is no color, now I feel female, and usually let you exercise, why don't you feel your own female?"

"I also have abdominal muscles." Fu Jiuqiu wants to smash clothes.

Only this time, I did not expect that the Great God did not stop her from hooliganism.

Instead, she stood there laughing and laughing, and she was ashamed of her.

Fu Jiu couldn’t really lick his clothes, just gave up, and raised his face. The voice was still very cool: “Make less points, wipe more, and let the female police officer recognize me and lose face.”

"Children in the rebellious period are usually very concerned about their face." Qin Mozi squats, his fingers also touched the thin lips with good shape in front of him.

Fu Jiu once again felt the itchiness of the cool fingertips across his lips, not obvious, a bit like feathers hitting there.

In a blink of an eye, you can see the pleasing face of the Great God, the straight nose, the deep eyes, the beautiful facial features, have to say, very charming.

"Meng Ge, do you have foreign bloodlines?"

Qin Mo faintly said: "My grandfather is an overseas Chinese."

"No wonder." The mixed-race is generally handsome.

Qin Mo has lowered his waist: "The chin is raised and the mouth is open."

The two are very close.

It is because it is too close.

So I feel that this posture seems a bit too embarrassing.

Plus the familiar smell of tobacco hits the lips.

Fu Jiu finally couldn’t help but open his mouth: "Meng Ge, lip balm, in fact, I can apply it myself. I can paint it lighter."

Qin Mo completely ignores the opinions of the young people and starts to brush from the position of the center of the lips: "Don't worry about the color problem, let alone think about the police. If I am there, I won't let anyone catch you."

Fu Jiu wants to say that it is not the problem now, but is it that the gods don’t think they are too close together?

This pose is a bit like kissing...