The national school idol is a girl

"How to make you feel happy."

Bo Jiu knew that the great master would not do anything to him, after all, he was about to get off the plane, but just such a hint of teasing was a bit unbearable, and the corners of his eyes were red.

He seemed to like seeing her like this, and whispered in her ear again; "It seems to have a good effect."

The original intention is to hold it in the palm of your hand and play with it.

Like a gadget.

But Qin Mo didn't know why, when he heard that the breath of the person in his arms was confused.

He actually reacted again.

This made him let go of his hand.

But she was smiling, with the corners of her mouth raised, and she kissed him like a siren in the water: "It does have a good effect."

This made Qin Mo's eyes darken to the core.

If the broadcast hadn't interrupted his thoughts at the right time.

Maybe he will reveal all his true nature.

For example, just kidnap people away.

Such a beautiful prey should be held in his arms and raised delicately.

As for other stuff.

Whether it's a kiss or something deeper than a kiss.

He should be the one who taught her.

Maybe plan it better.

After all, he liked the way she looked at him with a smile, her eyes seemed to be covered with moonlight.

But, equally, he didn't like that kind of warmth.

Because Qin Mo knew very well that this person was looking at his former self.

Thinking of this, a thin layer of coldness gradually swept over the eyes that were filled with emotion. Qin Mo smiled softly again: "If it wasn't on the plane, it would have a better effect."

As he spoke, he set his eyes on her neck, then lowered his eyes and kissed her.

This made Bo Jiu unable to pick up the vibrating cell phone in his pocket.

Bo Jiu doubted whether the master did it on purpose. After all, every time she answered the phone, he seemed a little unhappy. Even with a smile on his lips, he looked like a noble man, but his behavior But it fits the gentleness he deliberately created.

Come to think of it, he was like this when he was a child.

Every time she goes to find other children to play with.

He would always stand next to her and smile like a prince, but the queen was different. He washed her hands with a cold face and bit her fingers without saying why.

The attributes of great gods are so awkward.

Bo Jiu got used to it. He firmly grasped the man's shoulders with both hands. He couldn't tell whether it was itchy or painful. He frowned slightly and said with a tremor at the end: "Be gentle."

Qin Mo's eyes moved slightly when he heard the voice, and his eyes became darker, even the marks on them turned a bit red.

"Let me answer the phone." Bo Jiu's breath was a little unsteady, and the loose silk clung to his clean and red cheeks due to sweat: "Even if I don't answer the phone, we have to get off the plane."

Qin Mo also finished biting, cut the hair on her face, and smiled at the corner of his mouth, which was indeed very gentle: "Of course I have to get off the plane, otherwise what else does my sponsor think I will do?"

Bo Jiu said nothing, waiting for the heat on his body to dissipate.

But the tactility in some places has not faded.

His hand changed its position again, resting on her waist, gently rubbing his fingertips, his smile not diminishing: "When there is no one around, you can give me the books I gave to the benefactor, Take it out and take a look and learn..."