The national school idol is a girl

Bo Jiudun.

The slight coolness on her thin lips made her calm down.

He held her chin, keeping her whole body very close.

It still smells like smoke, but it's very light.

She wanted to tilt her head, but he stretched out his hand, passed it around her short black hair, and pressed it on the back of her head.

"Comfortable?"

Bo Jiu didn't speak, but was pressed into his arms. His breath was cold: "You really want me to go crazy, close your eyes and sleep. This is the first way, the second way." , I’ll pack you up and get out of here right now.”

Little princess, Bo Jiu thought about these three words.

The man had stood up.

Probably because he really couldn't sleep, he walked to his desk.

Then he took a pack of cigarettes from the drawer.

He tilted his head slightly, and when the firelight illuminated it, he could vaguely see the noble profile.

Without taking his eyes away from her, he held the cigarette in his mouth, raised his head and blew out the smoke, and pulled open the collar of his military jacket, as if he wanted to suppress something surging in his body.

Bo Jiu inexplicably felt that such a great god was cute.

Yes, it's cute.

That kind of look that is clearly holding back, but is so noble and indifferent, and still full of anger and anger, it is easy for people to be fascinated, and they want to reach out and touch his hand to see if it is the same. It will be very soft

Bo Jiu did try it.

It's just that it's not his hands that are touching, it's still his face, held in both hands, with the corners of his mouth slightly curved.

I almost said, "How about being my boyfriend? I can give you the best things in the world."

He let her move, but pursed his thin lips and said, "Want to die?"

Bo Jiule said, "No, I want to kiss you."

Qin Mo paused, and the familiar warmth finally touched his thin lips, but his tone did not change: "Shut up if you don't want to be thrown out, you little gangster."

Bo Jiu raised his eyebrows, and then in that posture, he tilted his head and kissed the side of his face, leaving immediately at the touch, which was to say good night.

Qin Mo stopped holding the cigarette in his mouth. Those dark eyes were so beautiful at that moment that they could make anyone's heart flutter.

But I could only see one person.

It was already late at night when I actually fell asleep.

The rumors in the army made the old man confused: "What is this?" As he said, he turned back to his adjutant and said: "Do you believe that Ice boy can bear it? ?”

"I don't believe the report!" The adjutant raised his chest and raised his head: "This kind of rumor is too ridiculous."

The old man thought for a while: "You think, he should keep this single seedling."

The technical soldiers are good and there are many troops.

But Jungle Combat features outstanding electronic technology and is so rare that it is so precious.

The adjutant felt that his boss asked him a question that was too difficult to answer. They couldn't guess what the Great Devil Qin was thinking.

I originally thought I would get an answer the next day.

But before the answer came, the troops received a mission to conduct a hostage rescue.

There is no tenderness.

Everyone arrives directly at the meeting point.

Even when Bo Jiu got up, his black hair was still messy^

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