The national school idol is a girl

Qin Mo suppressed some thoughts in his mind, and when only the remaining warmth remained, he pulled the person into his arms.

Bo Jiu paused for a moment. His whole body was filled with the scent of the great god. It also smelled of tobacco and a little bit of alcohol. When mixed with the scent of some grass and trees, it smelled indescribably good. It’s easy to lower one’s guard.

A very thin voice: "Don't you want to get dressed?"

When the great god came in, Bo Jiu had noticed the thing in his hand and reached out to take it.

Qin Mo moved away and said with deep eyes: "Stay."

What does it mean to stay?

Bo Jiugang raised his eyebrows.

I saw a white stripe on the slender white fingers.

That is!

The tips of Bo Jiu's ears turned red, and his voice was right next to her: "Do you know this thing will make you uncomfortable?"

"What..." Bo Jiu avoided the cold and numbing breath.

Anyone who is manipulated like this will want to fight back.

Qin Mo slowly pressed Bo Jiu's raised wrist: "Don't you need to remind you that you slept with me for nothing, I just helped you put on clothes, what? Don't want to? I want Aunt Zhang to send the clothes in in person. See Are you naked on my bed?"

Bo Jiu raised his eyebrows but did not speak yet.

He picked up the man.

He was really helping her get dressed. Bo Jiu's face was almost red enough to bleed, not to mention how frantic her heartbeat was.

The great god seemed to like seeing her like this, and the corners of his mouth curved.

She bit her lip and looked at the man's sculpted and handsome profile with a glimmer of light at the end of her eyes.

The great god seems to always be like this. No matter what time, he will never damage his appearance. Even his body shape is always calm and elegant, even if he is doing this kind of thing now...

A simple T-shirt and combat trousers were put on by a master, and it took almost ten minutes to put them on.

In the end, Bo Jiu could only endure it shamelessly.

We can't really let Aunt Zhang come in.

In fact, Bo Jiu knew without thinking that she was the only one who could allow the young master of the Qin family to serve him so personally.

It would be a lie to say that the cat is not jealous. The princess has a big face and feels deeply that she has lost the favor of her master.

"What do you want to do with the sheets?" Qin Mo tilted his head and asked the person on his lap. The coldness in his eyes was much lessened. Surprisingly, it felt good to dress someone. He could try it every day in the future.

Of course, the premise is that the person is good enough.

Thinking of this, Qin Mo's eyes deepened again.

"Wash it." At this time, Bo Jiu felt that having clothes was like having armor. She could finally roll up her sleeves and face the great god. She reminded the great god that this was also her first time.

But the great god is shameless here.

At this time, he stood up, glanced at her, and said in a light voice: "Aunt Zhang made the pork ribs you like to eat. You go down to eat first, and I will wash the sheets."

As the master said, he had already rolled up the cuffs of his shirt twice, revealing his beautiful porcelain white wrists, like walking model clothes hangers. He picked up the sheets and walked into the bathroom.

Bo Jiu hesitated for a moment, followed, and stood at the door of the bathroom, watching the master's next actions in a very orderly manner.

Bo Jiu has admired people who can do housework well since he was a child.

Not to mention someone like the Great God who is handsome, has a good temperament, and knows how to work.

Qin Mo probably saw someone and raised his handsome eyebrows.

In fact, it's hard not to see it. That face is blessed with such a strong sense of presence.

Even though the color of her hair has changed, she is much better behaved.

But some people have an arrogant aura that cannot be changed no matter what.

Really doesn't look like a girl.

Don't blame him for not recognizing it.

Except for that, of course.

Another thing, this guy is very good at disguise.

And Z is also...

"Aren't you hungry?" Qin Mo's hands were stained with white foam, his black pants were straight, and he tilted his head to support the sink. He looked very handsome.

Bo Jiu leaned there lazily and smiled handsomely: "Let's go down together after Brother Mo finishes washing."

"Come here." Qin Mo commanded.

Bo Jiu raised his eyebrows: "What?"

"Light a cigarette for me. The lighter is in your pocket." Qin Mo tapped his trousers with his chin.

Bo Jiu didn't even dare to take out a cigarette.

He smoked one.

The man didn't answer it, but directly lowered his eyes and took it in his lips.

Even Bo Jiu couldn't help but admit that the current master was so handsome that he couldn't take his eyes away, especially when he held down the lighter she raised with one hand, his eyelashes fell, and he was filled with smoke and abstinence.

Bo Jiu feels that such a great god is very rare and very life-like.

There was a cigarette dangling between his thin lips, and his slender and beautiful hands were covered with foam. He stood there in white clothes and black trousers, with a long body and a tall figure, looking like a man.

Who could have imagined that the young master of the Qin family would wash the sheets like this.

Bo Jiu clenched his fingers tightly before he suppressed the urge to lean in for a kiss.

I blushed for a long time, turned around once, and then turned around a second time.

Qin Mo raised his eyes. He must have washed the sheets clean, and there was water dripping from his fingertips.

Only then did Bo Jiu realize that a man like Dashen, not only in bed but also out of bed, was too valuable for kidnapping.

She has to be more appropriate.

She accidentally exposed her ambition.

Everyone knows Bo Jiu's ambition to kidnap Qin Mo.

It is estimated that only the great god himself does not know about this ambition.

"You circled me twice just now. What were you thinking about?"

The sudden voice made Bo Jiu feel guilty for no reason. He avoided those deep eyes that could see through everything, and curved the corners of his mouth, revealing two tiger teeth: "I always feel that the action of washing the sheets is not in line with Brother Mo's personality."

"Growing up in a small army, I washed my bed sheets myself." Qin Mo's tone was very calm, as if he was describing the most common thing.

Bo Jiu only thinks that the great master’s tutor is really good.

In the past, she had come into contact with many high-ranking descendants, but few were like the Great God.

The person who should be keeping his fingers off the hot spring water has done a good job at housework.

But... growing up from a small troop?

The great god has really forgotten everything about his childhood and has no memory at all.

What happened at that time to make the great god become what he is now.

Selective amnesia, if it were not a major psychological trauma, would not be so at all...

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