The national school idol is a girl

The young man lying on the bed looks very eye-catching, especially his face, which is almost as white as porcelain jade due to the pure white cotton pajamas on his body. His silver hair is handsome, his face is handsome, and his thin lips are curled up. At that moment, there was an indescribable and heart-warming flavor.

Qin Mo glanced at him, stood up, raised his right hand, and directly covered the person's head and face under the quilt, out of sight and out of mind.

As expected, it is time to discipline and discipline.

"From now on, if you wander around in those unclean places, it won't just be as simple as tying you up."

Qin Mo had always known that the boy was born well, but he never thought that he would have such a side, lying there like a porcelain doll.

Qin Mo suddenly remembered a gathering in the courtyard. In the private room, there was a boy who was not very young. After he came in, he called them brother.

I don't know why, but things that he once thought were normal are always a little repulsive when he thinks about them now.

The only thing that was certain was that he didn't want the brother he recognized to be like that.

Qin Mo turned around, his back as straight as Mo. Different from his fiery thoughts, those deep eyes were cold, so cold that it almost affected the surrounding temperature.

Bo Jiu's untied hand hung down by the bed and pulled away the quilt. The great god in front of him had already entered the bathroom.

It seemed that she really couldn't avoid it this time.

However, judging from the master's reaction, he still dislikes her a bit.

Nothing should happen.

Bo Jiu moved his right hand again, and his black eyes flashed with light.

This knot is not simple.

It looks quite ordinary, but in fact it is very professional. The crosses intersect and it is difficult to untie even with a blade.

This man, Great God, is really difficult to deal with.

There should be no one in mainland China who can both study psychological crimes and create this kind of binding technique.

If there is...shouldn't it be someone from the police?

Or perhaps the master's ability to leave has allowed him to escape the control...

When Bo Jiu thought of this, he suddenly closed his eyes. After a few seconds, he opened them again. There was an unfathomable mystery in his eyes.

Then she whistled with great interest.

If the great god hadn't recognized her brother, she would have wanted to compete with him.

Take a look and see if she is more powerful or the great god is more powerful.

However, I am afraid this wish cannot be realized.

Speaking of wishes, if she had known she should not have bragged to Feng Baobao.

Now it's okay, I blew myself all in...

Bo Jiu tilted his head and continued to fiddle with the black tie with his fingers. Just when he was about to untie it, the master appeared again.

He seemed to have taken a shower, and there was still moist mist on his black hair, but he was fundamentally different from Bo Jiu.

Even in this appearance, Qin Mo has a strong sense of presence.

He didn't take a towel, and slowly moved his long legs. After sweeping her movements, his thin lips curved: "You are so capable of my brother."

"Not as powerful as Brother Mo." Bo Jiu moved his hand again: "But I want to pee now, what should I do?"

Qin Mo seemed to have expected that the young man would make such an excuse. He raised his eyebrows and said in a very calm tone: "Get up, I'll go with you."

"Then I'd better endure it..." Bo Jiu gave up resistance for the time being and lay back, frustrated... Do you have to sleep with her?