The national school idol is a girl

With that said, Qin Mo kissed him again.

Every blow brought a slight chill, and even after his body temperature recovered, his skin felt like porcelain jade that melted into his hands.

He just stuck to her body, there was no distance, but he didn't go any further.

The black color in his eyes made him look a little more sinister: "Let's sweat in another way?"

Bo Jiu looked into his eyes, her mind wandering a little. When her eyelashes trembled slightly, her breath became hotter and hotter...

Gradually, sleepiness came over me.

Bo Jiu turned his head and slowly closed his eyes.

Qin Mo looked at the person sleeping in his arms, his black eyes deepening.

never mind.

Leave in no hurry.

It’s the same no matter where you go.

It’s okay to wait until you’re no longer interested and then leave.

"My sponsor, how long will you keep me interested?"

Qin Mo smiled, his fingers still combing the young man's black hair, and the corners of his mouth curved with an evil smile.

It's not entirely without merit.

At least this guy smells good.

The feeling of being held in my arms is also very good, and my whole body is filled with warmth.

It was completely different from the coldness on his body.

Qin Mo raised his brows, placed his chin on the boy's head, held him with one hand, and observed the guy in his arms.

If you are so sick, you should no longer be aggressive.

But Qin Mo knew very well that this was not her original appearance.

Because no one dares to confront no less than ten speedboats like that, open a lighter, and blow up whatever they want. Even the posture is handsome.

Such a person, so well-behaved, should be rare.

Indeed, Bo Jiu was very well-behaved at this time. He looked like a little prince when he calmed down. Even his pure black hair hung down, blocking his ears and eyes, leaving only the porcelain white arc of his chin.

Qin Mo looked at her for a while, then turned his head and kissed the top of her head.

After completing this action, Qin Mo suddenly paused, and then his eyebrows furrowed with a touch of coldness.

No one knew what Qin Mo was thinking.

The night outside the window is gradually surging. Because it has never been polluted, the starry sky outside is very beautiful.

This can easily put someone to sleep.

Especially with someone in my arms.

Didn't feel cold.

Instead, in the second half of the night, the temperature of the person in his arms became higher and higher, so high that Qin Mo, who had already fallen asleep, suddenly opened his eyes.

With almost no unnecessary movement, Qin Mo's first reaction was to put his hand on Bo Jiu's forehead, after feeling the scalding temperature.

His eyes became even darker.

He got up from the bed and walked out of the room with his lower body naked without even wearing a coat.

It's dark now.

The boss is a local, and he was drinking downstairs. He probably made an appointment with some of his friends, so he hasn't left yet.

Qin Mo didn't pause and walked directly over there: "Do you have any alcohol here?"

The boss glanced at Qin Mo and continued to drink his wine without saying anything, talking and laughing.

Just when he was about to lean forward and put a peanut in his mouth.

Just listen to a swish sound!

A poker was stabbed hard on the back of his hand.

Blood flowed out all at once. Although it was not much, it made the boss's face change in pain.

The person sitting opposite stood up suddenly, probably wanting to hit Qin Mo's head.

But just as he lifted the bottle, his wrist was grabbed into his hand, with just a strong force.

Bang!

It hit the ground straight!

The expressions of the three people changed.

Especially the boss, his eyes were shaking as he looked at his hands.

Qin Mo held on to the chair handle and raised his lips slightly. His voice sounded in his ears like an elegant devil: "Do you have any alcohol here?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" The boss held his hand: "I'll get it for you now."

Qin Mo smiled with satisfaction: "Thank you."

But after the boss heard those two words, he trembled all over. This man is really scary!

Originally, because they were not locals, the boss didn't take these two people seriously, but now he no longer dares to neglect them.

This devil-like man does not look like the weak boy he looked when he went upstairs.

He was obviously smiling, but it made people shudder, and they were subconsciously following his instructions.

In addition to alcohol, Qin Mo also brought a basin of hot water upstairs.

Before leaving, he left a few words: "Someone above is sick and needs to meditate for self-cultivation, so it is better not to make any unnecessary noise."

The boss was shocked and said quickly: "Yes."

The pain on the back of his hand really made him lose his temper.

The only person who was not injured came over and said, "Who is that person? He looks quite polite. How can he hurt someone with a poker?"

"How do I know!" If he knew, would he dare to be so desperate?

Qin Mo entered the room with hot water, and the door was hooked with long legs.

Indeed, even with his upper body naked, Qin Mo was different from others. The nobility all over his body had not dissipated, but because of the difference in his eyes, some dark aura was incorporated into it.

He glanced at Bo Jiu who was lying on the bed.

He took a towel, dipped it in hot water, and put it on her white forehead.

The thermometers here are not clean.

Even though the boss had it, Qin Mo didn't take it. For some reason, he gave a candy to the snack vendor at the front desk.

At that time, I was bored waiting for hot water, so I took it in my hand and played with it twice.

Now I simply opened the package and touched the boy's lips with the end of the candy.

Seeing that Bo Jiu didn't respond, Qin Mo leaned over, then pulled away, letting her take the candy in his hand.

Probably because he tasted the sweetness in his mouth.

Seeing the young man's thin lips moving, his eyebrows were finally not as wrinkled as before.

Qin Mo noticed it and he didn't like this guy's unhappy look.

Since it is a found toy, it should be as exquisite as possible.

Qin Mo reached out and took Bo Jiu's hand, dipped a cotton swab in alcohol, and applied it on her joints inch by inch.

Not just the hands, but also the knees, collarbones...

Bo Jiu, whose whole body felt uncomfortable with fever, did not sleep peacefully. When he noticed the comfortable coolness, he couldn't help but open his eyes.

What caught his eye was the handsome and fair side face under the light. The man lowered his head, as if she was the only one in his eyes.

It's okay not to wake up. When I wake up, all the body's senses are back, and waves of numbness are coupled with those deep eyes.

Qin Mo looked at the young man with a crimson face and watery eyes, and kissed her on her collarbone.

There is a clear difference from before.

But as a psychological criminal, how could he attack his own toys?

Since it is a toy, it can be played with or discarded, but it must not be the last resort.

Qin Mo stopped at the last moment, looked at the man's glowing tear mole, and smiled slowly: "My sponsor, you can really mesmerize people if you are not careful."

Bo Jiu also realized that he seemed reluctant to really touch her.

However, the body is too cold, and so is the consciousness.

Floating and sinking, I closed my eyes again.

I don’t know how long it took, but I felt like I was being held in someone’s arms again.

I vaguely heard a voice ringing in my ears, which seemed to be a little arrogant: "It's like this, why doesn't the temperature go down? My sponsor, you'd better get better. This is the first time I've served someone like this. "

Bo Jiu listened and wanted to laugh.

How can anyone force someone to reduce their fever?

Also, Master, you actually want to talk about me.

For some reason, Bo Jiu always felt that the master's tone at this time was very similar to that of his childhood.

Probably because it was too comfortable to be held.

By three o'clock in the morning, Bo Jiu felt that his back was sweating all the time.

He held her down: "What?"

"Hot." When Bo Jiu said this, he wanted to lift the quilt.

Qin Mo wrapped her up and prevented her from moving. He only said two words: "Sleep."

But it was still hot, and the only way Bo Jiu could think of was to absorb the coolness from his body.

Qin Mo looked at the person who pressed his face against his chest, his eyes were calm and his fingers tightened again and again.

The whole night went by like this.

When the guy calmed down, the strands of hair on his forehead were wet with sweat and stuck to his face.

Qin Mo raised his eyebrows and tested the temperature on her forehead again. It was not that hot anymore.

very good.

He didn't miss his toys either and looked sickly.

It was almost half past four.

Bo Jiu is truly asleep.

When I woke up, it was already bright outside.

The sun streamed in through the window and fell on her face.

Turning your head to the side is the most intoxicating sleeping face in the world.

Every time the great god falls asleep, people can think of the word holiness.

Whether as a child or as an adult.

Bo Jiu's eyes moved down and he saw his hand on her waist.

The bed is really narrow, so two people have to sleep on their sides.

It was also because of this that they were so close that his breathing could hit her ear along with his movements.

then.

Something caught her attention.

The thing hanging around his neck seems to be from that time...

As soon as Bo Jiu stretched out his hand, he held his wrist down. Then he turned over, his breath dropped, his eyes were heavy, and his voice was seductively hoarse: "It seems that my sponsor still doesn't know that the man in the morning is not to be messed with."

Immediately afterwards, all Bo Jiu could feel was the kiss falling on her shoulder.

The temperature in the room continues to rise.

Until there is water on you.

Only then did Bo Jiu realize that he had carried her to the bathroom and that he was still kissing her.

Other than kissing, nothing substantial was done.

but.

She didn't understand why he stopped.

"Did we get along like this before?"

His black hair was still dripping with water, and it hit Bo Jiu's collarbone drop by drop.

Bo Jiu, who was already wrapped in a bath towel, hummed.

Qin Mo smiled, but his expression was invisible: "Really?"

Bo Jiu always felt that the great god shouldn't have reacted like this, and was about to speak.

He raised his eyes, and an evil spirit overflowed from the corners of his eyes: "It turns out that my sponsor likes this kind of thing, but it's a pity that your physical condition does not allow it, otherwise..."

Qin Mo leaned forward, his breath was still warm, his eyes were lowered but there was no warmth at all: "You can do whatever you want."

Bo Jiu said nothing.

It was because there was a clear knock on the door.

In this kind of place, the sound insulation is not good. Even if there are two doors, you can still hear the sound.

It's the boss.

"Breakfast is ready. If the two guests wake up, please come to the door to pick it up."

Hearing this, Bo Jiu raised his eyebrows: "Can a place like this also provide breakfast?"

It's not like she has never stayed in an inn like this. It would be a good thing to have hot water.

Why is there still breakfast now, or does the boss specially come to deliver it?

How could I have imagined that just last night, the boss had been frightened by the master?

Not to mention providing breakfast, it is estimated that the Manchu and Han banquets will have to be brought.

"I'll get it."

A swish sound.

Qin Mo opened the bathroom door, threw two pieces of clothes in, and put on a pair of black trousers.

The whole action he performed was particularly handsome.

Clean and cold.

Compared with the previous Qin Mo, it is indeed a little different.

When he opened the door.

The boss outside the door suddenly stiffened, and his hands holding the wooden dinner plate were trembling.

The boss admitted that he had never seen such a handsome man, especially when his black hair was dripping.

But that's how I imagined the devil in some comics.

Especially his eyes, which were so cold that it made people feel chilly.

The man seemed to be in a bad mood.

No way.

Wouldn't he be poked in the hand again like last night?

"you can go now."

Qin Mo didn't care at all about showing his murderous intent when there were no toys present.

The boss shook his head, handed the plate to the man, and immediately fled the scene without saying a word.

Now he had to admire the boy who helped the man enter the store last night.

Talk about it.

That boy gave him the illusion that my friend was very weak and would be in pain whenever something hit him.

Only then will the boss think that the other party is just a noble vase.

This is not a vase, it is clearly a devil!

The young man actually treats the other person as a fragile and delicate prince. Is there really no misunderstanding here...

Four in one, An