The national school idol is a girl

Bo Jiugang was about to adjust.

There was another voice above the head, the sound quality was still very light but inexplicably hoarse: "Are you challenging my endurance by moving like this?"

Qin Mo's words immediately made Bo Jiu feel more at ease. After all, the billowing breath coming from underneath him was indeed very hot.

Since my ears were pressed against that person's chest, it seemed like the only sound in the world was the sound of the other person's heartbeat.

Bang, bang, bang, very peaceful.

It's like going back to my childhood.

In the summer on Weir Street, the trees in the yard grew very lush.

At that time, she climbed over the wall much more smoothly.

After nothing stopped her.

She went next door more often.

I just feel sleepy after playing for a while. After all, I am young, I have to grow up, and my biological clock needs to be balanced.

The two of them took a nap together like this.

But at that time, she still knew that he liked to be clean, but she couldn't control herself and kept rolling around on his bed.

She rolled until he had a serious look on his face and wrapped a blanket around her whole body, which was when he finally felt at ease.

It's not as dangerous as it is now.

Bo Jiu didn't move, but she still clearly felt something pressing against her.

"Don't look around, I won't touch you." The voice sounded again, but it was much gentler than usual.

Bo Jiu withdrew his gaze and became a little sleepy.

But she is here to take care of patients, not to sleep.

He firmly maintained his principles, holding Qin Mo's waist with one hand, and always holding Qin Mo's injured hand with the other hand, subconsciously worried that he would be touched.

Doctor Qin said that Bo Jiu treated Qin Mo like a porcelain doll, and he was absolutely right.

In order to prevent himself from falling asleep, Bo Jiu will still find topics: "Queen An said that you always had trouble sleeping before, but then you found my pillow to cure your insomnia. Brother Mo, be gentle with your pillow." a little."

Qin Mo looked at the person lying on him. Even when he was talking, he was confused. He stretched out his hand to brush away her broken hair and kissed her: "Okay."

Probably because he got a response, or because the temperature and the smell of the person he was holding were so in line with the boy's aesthetics and requirements. In short, he felt very comfortable, so he fell asleep unconsciously.

Qin Mo rubbed her face with his fingers, and he never thought that one day he would be so close to someone.

I can't sleep well because I have constant nightmares.

Dreaming about water, bottomless water.

Qin Mo is a psychological criminal, and he knows very well that this is a psychological problem.

It's just that even the knowledge he knows cannot answer it.

Why is it that every time after he wakes up, what makes him most uncomfortable is not the water, but when he reaches out his hand, he can't grasp anything, his palm is empty, and his heart is also empty.

At the very beginning.

He didn't even understand why there were tears on his face.

Is it a debt?

He owed it to the person he had wronged but whose name he still didn't know.

So I never touched any case again.

But the feeling of emptiness has not disappeared, as if the most important thing has been lost.

Until this guy showed up.

Qin Mo lowered his eyes and looked at the young man who was snoring softly and sleeping messily, but did not forget to hold his hand, and his thin lips fell on Bo Jiu's head.

I vaguely heard what the man was saying, and when I got closer, I only heard a name...

Hoshino.