The national school idol is a girl

Qin Mo was standing beside the hospital bed, pouring hot water for someone in his hand.

After his eyes came into contact with the arc like condensed jade.

His eyes deepened, then he raised his hand and took a sip of water.

Seeing this, Bo Jiu paused: "Brother Mo, isn't that water for me to drink?"

"It was just now." After Qin Mo finished drinking the water, he put the water glass aside, half-bent, and gently touched her ears with his fingers.

The strange chill made Bo Jiu step back and rest his head against the wall: "What?"

"Let's see if you're okay." He said, his fingers touching his left ear intentionally or unintentionally.

Bo Jiuxin said at this time, how could he admit that he was already well? At least he would have to pass tonight.

He simply laughed and stretched lazily: "Brother Mo, what did you say? I can't hear you clearly."

"It's not clear yet." The corners of his mouth curled up, and his handsome and noble face came closer to hers. When his thin lips opened, he could see the beautiful curves, very slowly.

A kiss, just like that.

Bo Jiu's heart trembled. Hey, Master, this is a foul.

He stretched out his hand to push the person away in case someone came in.

This is the infirmary after all.

"What?" He held her wrist, his lips were close to her ears, and his breath seemed to envelope her completely: "It doesn't mean that a kiss will do the trick."

Then he used her words to block her.

Bo Jiu intertwined his fingers with his backhand: "This is the infirmary." She must have said it clearly enough.

"Oh..." Qin Mo's voice was a bit long, with a unique sound quality and grace: "It turns out that our sponsor father is also afraid of being seen."

Bo Jiu acted like I couldn't hear what you were saying, so he had to be more thorough when pretending to be sick.

Qin Mo smiled and moved closer: "Do you think it's a coincidence that you and I have been the only ones here for so long?"

Of course not, that's why I have to pretend to be sick. Master, you have been feeling wrong since just now, you know.

Bo Jiu did not continue the conversation from this aspect, but stretched out her hand and held his head. The strength was probably enough to fight him again, but when facing the great god, she rubbed it very lightly. After a few clicks, the eyebrows were still furrowed; "Are you jealous because you have a headache?"

Qin Mo paused, his pupils dilated for a moment, and then returned to their original appearance, with a smile overflowing: "Compared with head massage, there is something that can relieve pain faster."

He looked at her.

His eyes were as deep as the night outside, causing Bo Jiu to stop.

The next second, the flashlight seemed to have run out of power, and the surroundings fell into darkness.

Just as Bo Jiu was about to turn on the flashlight, his breath came closer and pressed towards him.

Then came his words in her ear: "The way you look in hospital clothes makes people want to do something."

Before Bo Jiu could open his mouth, his jaw was lifted and his lips were pressed down.

Originally, the two of them were intertwined with each other, but when Bo Jiu exerted force, he laughed softly. After letting her go, his lips were still close to hers: "Do you like it?"

Qin Mo in the night is like a monster from the deep sea, and even its voice is lazy and sexy, making people's hearts flutter.

In addition, he is particularly different today.

"I've always wanted to do something like this, even if I close my eyes. Sure enough, I shouldn't live in the same room."

That sound was ringing in her ears while he was pecked behind her ears.

Bo Jiu felt that the blood was hot, so he moved his left hand with his fingers clasped together, as if this could give him some strength: "Brother Mo..."

"Huh?" Qin Mo had no intention of letting her get up. He followed her wishes and let go of her hand. He just pulled her wrist and asked her to wrap it around his neck.

The two of them were sitting facing each other. Because Qin Mo's legs were too long, they naturally hung halfway from the edge of the hospital bed.

But even so, Bo Jiu felt that the place she was sitting was not on the bed, but in the arms of the great god. She was too close, as if she was supporting a range with her legs, and she was within that range.

"This is weird." Bo Jiu lowered his voice, and his breath hit his shoulders.

The dark brown combat uniform has a very ascetic feel.

Qin Mo turned his head and smiled especially today: "I want to put the person I like in my arms. How is it strange?"

Really, Bo Jiu raised his eyebrows and was about to say something.

I felt like my hospital gown was being lifted up from behind.

Immediately afterwards, his hand slid in, with a slight coolness.

Bo Jiu trembled and clenched his clothes tightly with his fingers: "Brother Mo."

Qin Mo's voice was low: "Don't hide, let me know you are really here."

Hearing this, Bo Jiu's heart softened, and she tilted her head and rubbed her face on his shoulder: "One minute." This is the army after all. She didn't understand it very well before, but now she understands that this kind of thing, by someone Perceived, not very good.

Bo Jiu didn't care about anything else. He was worried about what those people thought of him.

Fortunately, the master was very cooperative today and responded lazily: "Okay, one minute."

Unfortunately, the minute took longer than she thought.

Moreover, she only felt that the heat around her was getting higher and higher.

It's just that this person has been guilty of many things since he was born, not only his appearance, but even when you close your eyes, the voice sounds as good as the late-night CV of a radio station. After it is played softly, it is very magnetic and beautiful: "Did I mention you have a beautiful place here."