The national school idol is a girl

Bo Jiu pulled aside the sweater that blocked his sight, but didn't say much.

After all, it is safer to switch back to men's clothing than women's clothing.

Don't worry too much about the bandage on your chest.

But if you want to sleep with a great god again, you have to think about adding an extra layer of protection.

So Bo Jiu didn't take off the vest inside.

But for her, the great god's clothes were a bit too big.

Especially for sweaters, the sleeves must be rolled up three layers.

Qin Mo turned around with the wine glass in hand and saw the young man's appearance. He was still pulling up his pants. His face under the short silver hair looked a little depressed, like a child who had stolen an adult's clothes. He leaned aside leisurely.

Bo Jiu raised his eyes and saw that the master had no intention of helping. He curled his thin lips and said, "This dress is too big and doesn't fit me."

"Now you know that you are short?" Qin Mo took a sip of wine and said in a slow voice, "The top student on the ceiling."

Bo Jiu's foot slipped and he almost fell down. Can the master change his bad tongue and give him random nicknames?

Qin Mo lowered his eyes and glanced at the lighted up screen of his mobile phone: "Do you have an answer to what I asked you to think about?"

"That thing?" Bo Jiu pulled on his long sleeve: "Which one?"

Seeing this scene, Qin Mo put down his wine glass, walked over, pulled the young man's arm, rolled up his cuffs, and said with a handsome and indifferent side face: "Break up."

Every word, the tone is calm.

Only then did Bo Jiu remember that there was indeed such a thing.

However, she couldn't agree too readily, otherwise her flaws would be exposed.

He had no choice but to lower his head and said nothing.

Qin Mo stopped moving with a smile but not a smile: "What? Can't bear to part with you?"

"This is my first love in name." What Bo Jiu said is true: "Brother Mo, don't look at my confession so many times. This is the only one that succeeded."

Qin Mo used strength on his hand: "You also know that you have confessed a lot."

Bo Jiu paused. Why didn't she open the pot? This was really not something to be proud of.

"Anyway, this is the first time, please give me some time."

This answer should always be correct.

Qin Mo's eyes paused, and then his deep voice sounded: "One day."

"What?" Bo Jiu raised his eyes.

Qin Mo continued to roll up the boy's other cuff, and the arc of his profile showed no emotion: "I only give you one day, listen carefully, this is the limit."

Bo Jiu didn't speak immediately.

But Qin Mo didn't know how many times he had experienced this feeling today.

That feeling of fear of hearing rejection.

Worry?

When would he have such inexplicable emotions?

Not without guilt.

Use this kind of excuse to let the teenager break up.

It's just that I simply can't stand that this guy belongs to a girl.

Since it's not that important yet.

Then remove it completely.

Don't give anything a chance to germinate.

This time he had learned his lesson.

From now on, he will only be by the boy's side.

"Okay." Bo Jiu tried his best to show a low mood, even his voice was hoarse: "I will try my best to forget."

Qin Mo looked at the lowered head, with fluffy silver hair.

Got the answer I wanted.

But he was not in such a happy mood.

Because Qin Mo realized that if possible, he would not want the young man to feel such a loss.

Especially the young man's loss was not because of him, but because of a girl.