National School Prince Is A Girl

"I want to be alone." Bo Jiu redoubled his disguise: "Go home and think about how you want to open your mouth tomorrow. After all, the person who wants to be together is me."

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The temperature in the room is a bit low.

Qin Mo did not speak.

Just as Bo Ji thought he got the consent, he turned and wanted to go.

Qin Mo reached out and reached the door frame, just blocking the way of Bo Jiu.

That half bowed back, bowed close to her face, a warm breath fell back to the ear of Bo Jiu, there is a kind of numbness that can't be said.

"I said that I was very tired today." Qin Mo paused, and the tone sounded with a hint of unclear emotion: "Is it so uncomfortable?"

Bo Ji certainly has a head: "How come there is a little."

"Then drink some wine." Qin Mo took the boy back: "Brother is with you."

Bo Jiu felt that he was a bad move.

She did not think that the Great God would think of him as her brother at this time.

In short, this trick can't go.

Two people opened a bottle of red wine.

Bo Jiu did not drink much.

The most important thing is to stay awake.

It is true that there is really only one room here.

The Great God even told her that she had not given her the opportunity to sleep on the sofa. The light was faint: "Don’t dare to sleep with me? What are you afraid of?"

"Meng Ge, how do I feel that you are planning to look at me for twenty-four hours." Bo Jiu is not stupid, the **** is like this, not without reason.

Qin desert turned his head, ordered a cigarette, and then took out his mobile phone to slide open and threw it to the person in front of him.

Bo Ji looked at the information displayed on it, and suddenly shocked.

No more, only one line of words.

"At 8 o'clock tomorrow morning, Z will act."

Bo Ji raised his eyebrows, and the Great God still did not completely eliminate her doubts.

"Stay here tonight." Qin Moshou said: "I will not look at you in 24 hours."

Bo Jiu smiled: "Okay, for the future freedom."

This is indeed an opportunity to completely elute your suspicions.

However, the person who pretends to be her, what do you want to do.

Bo Jiu knows that more gods will not say.

He told her to read this text message is already extra.

Just sleeping in the same room, or the same bed is still different.

When the light is turned off, the room is in the dark.

Bo Jiu still can see the shallow outlines around by looking through the moonlight.

Even if he is lying on his clothes, Bo Jiu can't sleep.

how to say.

It’s not the same to kiss and not kiss.

Bo Ji always feels that the familiar atmosphere is close, and the eyes of the man will kiss her lips.

Very deep, like the sea.

If you think about it, you will inevitably want to go back.

The lip is not good enough, and the tip of the tongue slides over, which can reach a fine wound.

Itchy.

Bo Ji thought about it and moved it backwards.

The light is shining.

A tall shadow turned over and shrouded the top of Bo Jiu, and the pressure of oppression came again.

The breath of the Great God is just above his own, faintly sprinkled.

Bo Jiu once had a sense of dizziness that could not be said.

The great **** is looking at himself, so close to look at it, when the two people’s eyes straddle together.

Bo Jiu had to go straight to face.

Qin Mo lowered his head. Originally, he noticed that the young man had been avoiding his cold cold scorpion and then fell on the boy's lips. The corner of his mouth was hooked up: "Itchy? Or what did you think of?"