The national school idol is a girl

The breakfast was surprisingly rich.

Bread, fruit, milk, all fresh.

Bo Jiu held the milk and looked at the great god sitting opposite her.

Of course the conditions here do not allow for a dining table or anything like that.

However, the sun is so bright that even if one of us is standing and the other is sitting, you take a bite of something and I take a bite of something, the corners of your mouth are filled with sweetness.

Very simple life.

Probably because no one knows them here.

So there is no need to disguise at all.

They are all in their most natural state.

Qin Mo was leaning there with his upper body bare, standing in a very casual posture, but because of his extremely long legs, he looked very handsome, and he looked noble.

It was a pleasure just to look at it. He tore the bread open, dipped it in jam, and fed it directly to someone.

Someone thought it was delicious.

He just tried.

Bo Jiu didn't realize at all that he had become the great master's test rat.

He ate the bread with big mouthfuls, his cheeks bulging.

Eating is the happiest thing.

Qin Mo also discovered that whatever this guy fed her would taste delicious to her.

Even Qin Mo himself didn't realize that the corners of his mouth turned up.

Qin Mo, who had an average appetite, unexpectedly ate a lot.

He found another benefit of this toy, it looked very tasty.

With this way of eating, two people can basically finish breakfast in a few minutes.

After Bo Jiu drank the milk, he picked up the hair dryer and reached out to hold down the master's body as he tried to stand up.

Qin Mo raised his brows. Before he could speak, he felt the hot wind above his head. Coupled with the young man's fingers playing with his hair, he knew what she was doing without even thinking.

He was half-leaning like this, and his eyes could just see the loose sweater she was wearing.

The fragrance of taking a bath will be more obvious with the blowing of the hair dryer.

I don’t know if it’s because the sun is too bright, or if the strength is just too moderate.

When her wrist was moving, Qin Mo did not push her away, and a light flashed from the corner of his eyes.

Bo Jiu had a malicious look on his face. It was not easy to see the great god being so obedient.

Qin Mo was really not suitable for others to rub his hair. His brows furrowed and his handsome face turned away a little.

"Don't hide." Bo Jiu pressed down again and smiled: "You used to like me to blow dry your hair. Every time you washed your hair, you would come over and ask me to blow it for you."

Hearing this, Qin Mo's eyes darkened a little. He was not very happy and showed no sign of anger.

It's just that he doesn't like to hear her talk about the past.

That would make him feel like he has no sense of existence now.

Then, Qin Mo moved, stretched out his hand to pull her hand over, and kissed her fingertips. It was like a touch that seemed to be absent, and he was full of evil: "My financial sponsor is really capable."

After saying that, Qin Mo stood up, took the blower with his backhand, and threw it directly into the bathroom, as if he didn't care whether it was broken or not.

Bo Jiu also realized the coldness of his eyes, but he didn't seem to have any problem on the surface. Instead, he stretched out his hand to hug her: "It's getting late, there's no need to waste time on such trivial matters. I'm curious about me." What kind of person was I before? If I go to a place I am familiar with, I should be able to recover some memories. I am very interested in the paddle city you mentioned. "

It should be said that he was very interested in how he and her got along before...

A hint of red appeared in Qin Mo's eyes, with a hint of danger.

That kind of danger is not obvious, but it is hidden in front of your eyes.

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