The national school idol is a girl

"Brother Mo, what are you doing?" Bo Jiu's eyes slowly narrowed, but the corners of his mouth were still smiling, looking handsome.

Qin Mo's voice was lukewarm: "Of course it's time to rest."

"But this is my place." Bo Jiu reminded him with a raised eyebrow.

Qin Mo snorted and suddenly bent forward, his hair as black as night adding a bit of sycophancy to his nobility.

He looked at her, and the deep voice came to his ears for the first time, and he said unhurriedly: "Don't you want to get rid of me?"

There was a touch of mockery in that voice.

Don't think she can't hear it, the master clearly did it on purpose.

Bo Jiu was depressed: "Isn't this page already open?"

"Who gave you this illusion?" Qin Mo raised his eyebrows, showing no intention of leaving.

Bo Jiu simply smiled, his thin lips slightly curved, and approached the man: "Oh? Brother Mo is not afraid of me..."

Qin Mo paused with his fingers, then pulled the young man away. He smiled slightly but increased the coldness in his tone: "Be honest, if you move, I will let you continue to be the last in the advanced mathematics class."

Bo Jiu: ...we agreed to help her with the exam? How can the master change so quickly!

But... together.

It would really not be good for her if something was discovered.

Thinking of this, Bo Jiu's eyes half-curved: "Brother Mo is so handsome, it is simply a test for me."

"Really?" Qin Mo laughed, his mouth a little cold: "Then you'd better control it and don't reach out, otherwise, I will probably chop off your claws."

Bo Jiu was frustrated: "What if I can't help it."

Qin Mo looked at the troubled young man in front of him.

Bo Jiuxie made a handsome face: "You understand, right."

"To be honest, I don't really understand." Qin Mo's voice was very light and his face was dignified and handsome: "You are not as handsome as me."

Bo Jiu:......

"All right."

Qin Mo raised his eyebrows: "I'm still making things difficult for you."

"My self-control ability is indeed not very good." Bo Jiu put his arm on Qin Mo's shoulder like a good friend: "Otherwise, I wouldn't have gone to nightclubs all the time before, alas."

So, Master, go back to your room.

Naturally, Bo Jiu would not say this last sentence, and only used a pair of electric eyes to express his emotions.

Qin Mo took off the young man's hand and his smile became even colder: "It's really hard to deal with such a lack of self-control."

Before Bo Jiu could react, Qin Mo reached out and tied Bo Jiu's wrists.

Bo Jiu glanced sideways, his silver hair falling down. He inevitably paused for a moment, then smiled again: "Is this it?"