One thousand four hundred and twenty-three, sweet, the month
The wind outside the window was a little strong.
The lights outside are on, and you can vaguely see the dark lights and shadows of the gangsters.
There were only two people under military service.
This made Qin Mo's eyes reach the extreme.
There was a nice smell on her lips, with a little sweetness in the light, just like a lotus in the quiet valley slowly lingering from the tip of his nose to his ears.
Even when she was doing something, there was a smile on the corner of her mouth. When she turned her side slightly, her face showed a delicate look, but her temperament was clear.
The top was pulled a little apart, after all, it was loose, so you could see the white and excessive collarbone more clearly.
What's even more terrible is that she has reached out her hand.
As she moved, her collar drooped more and she could vaguely see the small lace under the bandage.
Just a moment.
Qin Mo's eyes completely sank, and his throat moved, and he grabbed her wrist with great heat.
Not pushed away.
Because it can no longer be pushed.
The smell on her body was like the fragrance lit in the night, light but tempting.
In the darkness is rising temperatures.
Bo Jiu felt that even so, his whole body of strength seemed to have been pulled away.
Because that face looks too charming.
And his low and dull breathing in her ear, suppressing a little magnetic.
The breath that hit her ear made her feel a little numb.
Not to mention where his hands are placed.
"Brother Mo..." She just spoke.
He interrupted her and looked at her black eyes, the color was dark and it was a little hot: "Didn't you say help me?"
Bo Jiu could hear his heartbeat, and it was heavy and loud, even his breathing was different from usual.
"You can do whatever you want to do to me." His words seemed to be inducing.
But this kind of induction is easy to be addictive.
No one will have the chance to see Qin Mo like this.
Facing her head, the most bewitching and noble person who is so chaotic that she is even confused in order to get her.
Especially when he looked at her like that, his black hair drooped, even the corners of his eyes were cruel, and his fingers were pressing hard, he looked like an extremely handsome demon and could not resist at all.
The whole body will get hot, even if it's just like this.
As his low and deep breathing, the heartbeat will be amplified.
The distance was so close that she couldn't even get back.
His palm just held her hand, and the temperature at his fingertips was a bit like ice, but it was different.
Because of the handsome face, which has always been indifferent and noble, has other things dyed.
Bo Jiuhui felt that his throat was dry and he could not resist such a great god...
"Hey, Brother Mo, that's enough." When Bo Jiu said this, his wrists were sore.
Qin Mo raised his eyebrows, glanced at her, and his voice slowly said: "It's obviously not enough."
Bo Jiu lowered his voice: "If it should go down, it will be good for the health."
"It was nothing." Qin Mo approached Bo Jiu's ear: "It was all because of someone's words, saying that he wanted to help me."
Bo Jiu turned his head and his ears were a little red: "Forty minutes is not a helping?"
"You should know this question best." Qin Mo said this and laughed. At night, the voice was very seductive: "After all, you were the beneficiary."
Bo Jiu stopped talking, and he was really defeated in this regard and could not find the place again.
However, Qin Mo's eyes sank for a while and suddenly pushed the person away.
Bo Jiu sat up: "Where to go?"
"Cold shower, stupid." After leaving these five words, Qin Mo entered the bathroom again.
Bo Jiu raised his eyes and looked at the ceiling, waiting for the heat on his body to gradually fade away. When the tip of his nose approached the pillow, he seemed to be able to smell the musk on the master's body just now.
My eyes closed and I couldn't help it, so I opened the window directly.
It was not until the night wind blew in outside that the indoor temperature was extinguished.
When Qin Mo walked out, he saw this scene. He frowned, picked up the person directly, and threw him back to the bed: "Do you want to be frozen to death?"
Bo Jiu was dripping from his hair on his eyelids, blinked his eyes, and was about to rub it with his hands.
It was held down by someone with his hands, followed by the touch of the towel.
Very light.
After a while, people who don’t know think she is a porcelain doll.
"I was too hot just now." Bo Jiu opened his eyes and said this first sentence.
Qin Mo's fingers slid across the corner of her eyes: "I was still crying cold just now."
"It will be hot after that." Bo Jiu didn't think much about it when he said this.
Qin Mo smiled, touching her lips with his fingertips, meaning unknown: "After that?"
I can't really drive a master, and this is even more true for this.
Bo Jiu simply closed his eyes directly, and when the monster in front of him did not exist.
It was just that the slight coolness between her lips still made her heartbeat never quiet for a moment.
This time, the great god didn't know why, and he dressed very tightly.
Even military jackets are very standard.
When such fabric hits the chest, it feels a little itchy.
Bo Jiu moved unbearably, but the man grabbed his waist and his breath followed: "Is it still hot?"
"Um."
In some ways, this guy in his arms is always particularly direct, the temperament between a teenager and a girl.
Qin Mo's hand used another force, and he brought her into his arms. His low voice was very magnetic at night: "I'll help you this time."
Bo Jiu wanted to say no, but who can resist this person's technique?
When the bandage was picked out, Bo Jiu's head was already dizzy and a little swollen, let alone such a rolling.
The heart beats in the chest.
Sometimes, Qin Mo is right. Few people can look like Bo Jiu. When his thin lips are slightly opened, they are like a drug, making people want to lock her in their arms and completely break her.
But Qin Mo did not forget that this was an army and the timing and location were not right.
I can only try not to see her.
But the man's arms wrapped around him were as soft as porcelain jade, reminding him all the time, what kind of fragrance it was.
He has tasted it before, and has tasted it unscrupulously.
It is because of this that I feel that the sound coming from my ears is too tempting, and it seems that it can emit fragrance as if it is so subtle.
She was in his arms, leaning against him as soft as boneless. When she raised her head, the extremely faint tears mole showed faint marks under the moonlight.
All of these fell clearly into his eyes.
Just like a smitten gauze woman in a dream, under layers of sweat, it is like a monster at the bottom of the sea that can bring people the ultimate beauty.
That is original sin.
No one can escape.
And he never intended to let go.
This person can only be his.
Qin Mo's eyes suddenly sank, and his thin lips slightly tilted...
Chapter completed!