The national school idol is a girl

Qin Mo's eyes were still dark, somewhat distracted, as if he was not completely awake.

Fu Jiu knew that there was a kind of person like this. His eyes were open, but his thoughts were not returned.

Such people are usually not only very smart, but also very defensive.

Fu Jiu's first reaction was that her identity as a girl must not be exposed!

Without thinking, he separated the two people from each other.

Fu Jiu's action made Qin Mo's eyes gradually clear up.

Qin Mo seemed to pause for a moment, frowned suddenly, moved his big hand, lifted the quilt, and sat up directly.

In order to create chaos, Fu Jiu smiled handsomely and sat up too. His fair face was very close to him, his silver hair was half raised. Even the breath of his words hit Qin Mo's ears, and his thin lips were hooked. Xie Cheng: "Brother Mo, you are very energetic."

Qin Mo had a cold and ascetic face, and turned his eyes slightly toward the head of the bed: "It seems that if I tie you up in the future, I will have to tie your hands."

Fu Jiu:......

Wait, she's not the one with the problem now.

Why were her hands tied?

Helplessly, the master had already pushed her away and stood up with a very cold expression. He took out a towel and walked into the bathroom.

In other words, she didn't even have a chance to refute.

This is really unfair.

However, the great god's attention should not be on her this time.

There will only be a first time for something like this, and there will never be a second time!

Fu Jiu told herself this, but since ancient times there has always been a decisive gap between imagination and reality...

The water from the shower head in the bathroom was flowing gurglingly, but there was no mist rising.

The cold water drops just dripped down.

Qin Mo tilted his head, and his black hair, which was thinned just right, slightly covered his eyes.

Maybe in this situation, the only person who can remain indifferent is the Great God.

But even Qin Mo himself couldn't figure out why this happened.

Qin Mo looked at his porcelain-white fingers, his deep eyes darkened...

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