The national school idol is a girl

That is everyone who has accompanied Dimeng until now.

There is something deep inside that is never extinguished.

The Imperial Alliance will win!

"Okay." Little cutie, it's not my fault. If you confess your love, Mr. Qin will definitely freeze you in his eyes. How should I put it, you'd better endure it.

After hanging up such a positive phone call.

Feng Yi did not forget to find the "culprit"!

I called twice and no one answered.

Feng Yi took a deep breath and directly sent a WeChat message without calling the third one.

"I don't believe it. Now that Little Spade is lying next to you, you can sleep peacefully. I know you haven't slept. Mr. Qin, Master Qin, please answer the phone!"

Qin Mo successfully saw Feng Yi's resentment towards him in this WeChat message.

He slowly raised his hand and answered the third call: "Is something wrong?"

His casual tone was as if he had never done anything!

"It's really inappropriate for you to post such a photo with such words. China is not very accepting of these things." Feng Yi reminded him.

Qin Mo asked back: "I can't stand this. One day I tell everyone that she really belongs to me. Are you going to go crazy?"

Feng Yi took a deep breath: "It's not me who wants to go crazy, it's the fans who want to go crazy. Mr. Qin, Master Qin, even if you want to cause trouble, you should take it easy."

What else does it mean to truly belong to me?

Feng Yi felt that he needed to remind him again.

"Don't worry, I won't do anything to her for the time being. I'm done."

Feng Yi looked at the page where the call was stopped, what should I do? Did Mr. Qin just use the word "do"? Why did he feel that Little Spades was even more dangerous after hearing this!

Qin Mo really wanted to treat the person in front of him like this.

But it's not perfect yet.

It's not perfect until someone takes the initiative to sit on his waist.

Qin Mo stretched out his hand, slid his fingers over the young man's wrist, then held it, and the corners of his mouth curled up.

The temperature of the heating was deliberately lowered. It is already cold on rainy days, and people have a natural instinct for warmth.

After a while, Bo Jiu leaned towards this side, automatically looking for a source of warmth.

Qin Mo stretched out his hand, placed his other hand on the other side of the young man's head, and gently closed his eyes in such an absolutely possessive posture.

Sooner or later, I will deal with this guy!

Bo Jiu didn't know anything, but the memory of his body was still there, so when he got up the next morning, the tips of his ears were rarely red.

After glancing at the master sleeping next to him, he jumped out of bed.

After walking into the bathroom, I washed my face first.

Then he checked his pajamas. Except for being a little messy, everything else was normal.

Then why would she have such a dream?

Bo Jiu looked at his face in the mirror and shook the silver hair stuck to his ears.

That tingling feeling that rises from the tailbone when you are half asleep and half awake.

She always felt like God had touched her somewhere.

Bo Jiu frowned, but she still said that she automatically brought the great god's face into her sleep. After all, it was just a feeling.

Have this kind of dream.

Bo Jiu's face felt hot, and he got some cold water for himself. He held the washbasin with both hands. Such an action was very handsome. Some men couldn't do it, but it was done by a young man. It gave him an extra strength.

Qin Mo leaned against the bathroom door, curled his thin lips with a half-smile, and then slowly approached.

Bo Jiudun paused, probably because the object of his dream had become a great god. At this time, he saw that handsome and noble face.

Bo Jiu always felt that she had somehow taken advantage of the master...