The national school idol is a girl

Hearing this, Qin Mo spoke slowly: "How about I let you tie me up?"

Bo Jiudun, did the master know something and was he deliberately testing her?

She hasn't taken action yet. How could the master guess the purpose of going to the Northern Federation this time?

Qin Mo raised his eyebrows: "What? You didn't even forget to tie me up when you were dreaming, and now you don't talk?"

"Did I say I wanted to tie you up in my dream?" Bo Jiu asked back.

Qin Mo stretched out his hand and patted her face gently, with a hint of a smile on his lips: "More than once, when I held you last night, you said it three times, I didn't expect you to have such a thing." A hobby."

It turns out that I accidentally let it slip while I was sleeping.

It seems that the plan has not been revealed yet.

The current situation is far better than she imagined.

She didn't meet An Yinghou yesterday, so the master was tricking her into everything, so she didn't have to think about how to explain it.

However, Aunt Zhang is still listening. Hey, can you save some face for her?

When Bo Jiu thought of this, he turned his head and looked in the direction where Aunt Zhang was standing just now.

Only then did she realize that there was no one around. After taking the photo, Aunt Zhang saw that the two people had something to talk about. She took the evidence and left with excitement on her face, not wanting to disturb the young master here.

In other words, Qin Mo and Bo Jiu are the only two people left in the room now.

Now that it's just the two of them.

What else does she care about.

Anyway, now that the great god has asked her to tie him up, she just wants to try it before going.

After Bo Jiu thought of this, the real gangster appeared: "Are you really willing to be tied up by me?"

Qin Mo looked at the person in front of him, his enthusiastic expression seemed unseemly: "You can give it a try."

As smart as Bo Jiu, he quickly realized this was an opportunity.

Turning over neatly, he held Qin Mo's right shoulder with one hand and pushed him directly onto the bed. The wig he was wearing was not taken off. The long silk-like hair hung down with Bo Jiu's movements and was swept on the bed. on Qin Mo's face.

Qin Mo raised his eyes slightly and lowered his bandaged hands on the bedside. He looked at the man holding him down and slowly looked down.

Today, Bo Jiu is wearing a gauze black skirt. Especially when her long legs are half bent, people can't help but want to hold it in their hands.

Qin Mo looked away, his eyes deepened an inch, and something seemed to have reached a critical point.

But at this time, Bo Jiu was still thinking about how to tie up the master.

When she reacted, the hand that had been hanging by the bed had already hugged her waist, and her fingers slowly moved up, and the fingertips penetrated into her troubled and restless hair.

Bo Jiu's movements stopped abruptly.

I’m here first today. I’m too sleepy. Hello, it’s only 11 seconds.