The national school grass is a girl

Chapter 1639 One Thousand 890 Eight
Hoshino didn't speak, looking at the Kongming lanterns slowly rising outside the car window, his eyes were very deep.

You Sixin snorted again: "You can't let it go by now, she's already married."

Only then did Hoshino turn his gaze over: "Stop, the police car behind is coming."

"Am I still afraid of a police car?" You Sixin's identity is really nothing to be afraid of.

Hoshino's voice was like jade: "I mean it's time to go, you still have something to do over there."

Yuji Shin paused, and then started to turn the steering wheel, the corner of his mouth hidden in the dark raised slightly.

If it is a wedding night in the bridal chamber.

Tonight is the real wedding night.

In the flower room near the church, in the bathtub, black gauze fluttered layer by layer with the water waves, wrapping around Qin Mo's white clothes.

The starry sky can be reflected above the head, everything is very beautiful.

The breath rises layer by layer with the temperature in the room.

The mobile phone on the ground was ringing, but he didn't pay attention to it.

Bo Jiu said, "Clothes..."

She was kissed by him, and the breath followed, a little hot and a little heavy: "I will help you later."

Because of the action, the bathtub was full of water.

You can see the black and white clothes.

All covered Bo Jiu's body.

When a witch is moving or still, she is always extremely beautiful.

There is something attractive everywhere, but I don't know it.

Unfortunately, there are very few people who can get the witch.

It's because most men like pure white people.

In addition, the witch will never be at the mercy of anyone.

It wouldn't be easy to show such an expression.

Unless, that person is specific.

For example, Bo Jiu vs Qin Mo.

Seeing Qin Mo makes my heart itch, which cannot be eliminated no matter what time it is.

Because looking at her.

when doing this kind of thing.

Few are like him.

When the breath of abstinence on his body was broken, what flowed out of that handsome face was fatal sexiness.

Like a white-clothed god who has fallen into the demon world, she is obviously cold and dignified, but her eyes are stained with other things because of her.

In this way, how could it not be itchy.

Bo Jiu smiled lightly and pulled the two closer.

(End of this chapter)