Suddenly.
Bo Jiu's shoulders trembled, and his face turned violent: "Itchy."
"Is that so? Itchy?" Qin Mo's eyes seemed to be able to reflect water in the moonlight: "Is it just itchy?"
Even Bo Jiu could only half-bow his body in his arms after hearing that. Perhaps only in this way could he last for a minute.
Qin Mo thought that she probably would never know that the more she looked like, the less he would want to leave.
It's like being possessed.
That touch is silky like silk, and it is more soft than silk, with a better feel, just like the warm jade in ancient times.
Also, the smell on her body... Qin Mo turned his head, rubbed his nose against her hair, and his eyes became deeper.
Bo Jiu bit her thin lips, and the buttons of the sick clothes had been torn apart, revealing her delicate collarbone and slightly roundness. In a glance, she was her fair skin as white as snow. In such a night, the temperature would only make the temperature hotter.
She didn't know what the great god was like. Bo Jiu could only hear her heartbeat, and it was loud.
She had never sweated so much. As the strength of her fingertips worsened, she unconsciously let go of her thin lips.
The sound was light and sweet. This minute was actually not easy for Qin Mo, but it seemed that only in this way could she be sure that she was still there.
Bo Jiu calmed down his breath, looked at Qin Mo for a while, and pressed him on the hospital bed with a backhand: "Brother Mo, you are not right. Look at me, am I here?"
"Hmm?" Qin Mo raised his hand and touched the face with his fingertips. It was obviously not so pleasing to the eye at the beginning, but why did he like it more and more the more he looked at it, and he was so disobedient.
Bo Jiu leaned over in the moonlight: "I'm here."
Qin Mo looked at the posture of the two people: "You want to talk to me like this?"
Bo Jiu nodded, then kissed his lips, very evil: "There is no need to use other methods to confirm whether I am here or not, I'll tell you."
Qin Mo met those eyes, and the moonlight hit her snow-white shoulders. Half of the sick clothes had already slid down to her arms. She made his throat joints tighten.
"Idiot." Qin Mo opened his thin lips slightly. After spitting out these two words, he pressed Bo Jiu's head on his chest, and then slowly closed his eyes.
Bo Jiu's fingers just moved.
The low voice came over again.
“Here’s a headache.”
"Especially when you know you're chasing someone, your headache is like it's about to explode."
Don't know why.
On such a night, when Bo Jiu heard such a faint voice, he always felt a sense of grievance hidden in it.
"What's the matter now?" Bo Jiu moved upwards, then reached out and hugged Qin Mo's head.
Qin Mo paused, and didn't say anything at first. After a while, the voice rang: "It's OK."
Bo Jiu saw the sexy thin lips and pursed it slightly. His cute heart was about to melt, arrogant and arrogant. This is the great god, like a little princess.
"Then I'll tell Brother Mo's story." When Bo Jiu was young, he hoped that one day she would tell him bedtime stories, otherwise how could he identify his status at home.
Chapter completed!