National School Prince Is A Girl

"Through people coming and going, you don't like it."

I am a silent existence, not your world, just for your shoulders..."

When the warm lyrics came, Fu Jiu's heart softened at once, and even the back with him relaxed a lot.

Because the **** is too powerful, she has always been the most prepared state in the face of the great god.

Unlike her when she was facing the baby and Yao Yao, she was so unscrupulous.

Presumably, the Great God also noticed it, so after suffering her rejection, it would be such a look and back.

In fact, every time God practices, she is protecting her.

Although all of this is based on the fact that the **** really thought she was a man, she treated her as a younger brother.

However, how many years have she been, have not tasted the taste of being protected?

How many people will be like this to her?

It doesn't seem to be much.

The main thing is that the **** is just looking at her and will not believe her.

This point makes Fu Jiu feel happy.

Fu Jiu also said that it is not clear, I feel that this state is very good.

In order to keep her from being nervous, she plugged her headphones to let her listen to music, so that the only way to pamper is to think out.

Probably related to the birth of the Great God, although the usual indifference is very good, the education is very good, so it is always very comfortable to get along.

At that moment, all the noises in the world seemed to stop.

In the dark, Fu Jiu can only smell the familiar mint, the light water of the man fragrance and the atmosphere in the room, with a hint of tobacco in the quiet.

Very tolerant can make people feel at ease.

So people who have studied psychology are really hard to deal with.

Because once the **** is gentle, he will use what he has learned.

After all, from a psychological point of view, music can make people feel relaxed and wary.

Fu Jiu smiled, judging the direction of Qin Mo with his breath, and lifting his legs, he wanted to stand up.

However, one center of gravity was unstable, and the head first planted in the past.

Qin Mo stood in front of the juvenile, and he quickly took a step and took Fu Jiu’s hand.

Because of the ointment, Fu Jiu still closed his eyes, could not open, simply raised his head and replaced his gratitude with a smile.

As everyone knows, how much damage she will have in this way.

Qin desert stood long and stood in the sky, watching the young boy's face as white as a porcelain, the delicateness under the fingertips made him somewhat unable to open his fingers, so he buckled the juvenile, and the five senses seemed to be strong. It was in harmony with the rest of the room.

Fu Jiu closed her eyes, so she did not see the appearance of Qin Mo.

The state of Qin Mo is not like him at all.

If you are not looking for a word to describe it, then it is somewhat out of control...

The deepness of the deep scorpions made him look like a blood-sucking aristocrat who lived in the nineteenth century, arrogant and indifferent but alienated.

But when he looks at the boy's lips, the black man is like a thick ink, and there is a kind of attraction.

The face was even more handsome, the lights were knocked down, and the diamonds were broken in his deep eyes.

Qin Mo can clearly feel that his heartbeat is a bit different when he is peaceful.

I don't know if it is getting faster or slower.

Only when the finger slid over the teenager's hair, when the light touched the boy's lips, he did not know why there was an irresistible impulse in his blood, which prompted him to bend his waist...