But as a psychological criminal, how can you attack your toys?

Since it is a toy, you can play with it or give it up, you will definitely not be able to do it to the end.

Qin Mo stopped at the last moment, looked at the man's shining tears mole, and smiled slowly: "My financial backer can really fascinate people by accident."

Bo Jiu also realized that he didn't seem to be willing to touch her.

However, the body is too cold, so is the consciousness.

As he was floating and sinking, he closed his eyes again.

I don’t know how long it took, but it seemed like someone was being held in my arms again.

I vaguely heard a sound in my ears, as if I was a little arrogant: "It's all like this, why haven't the temperature faded yet? My financial backer, you'd better get better. This is the first time I've served anyone like this."

Bo Jiu listened and wanted to laugh.

Who forced the other party to reduce the fever?

Also, great god, you actually want to talk about this young master.

For some reason, Bo Jiu always felt that the tone of the great god at this time was very similar to when he was a child.

Maybe it's too comfortable to be held by someone.

At three o'clock in the morning, Bo Jiu felt that his back was sweating all the time.

My long legs were rubbing there, but they had not moved yet.

He held her down: "What?"

"Hot." When Bo Jiu said this, he wanted to lift the quilt.

Qin Mo wrapped the person and stopped her from moving, only said two words: "Sleep."

But it was still hot. The way Bo Jiu could think of was to absorb the coolness into him.

Qin Mo looked at the person who pressed his face against his chest, his eyes were calm and his fingers were tighter.

This is how it was spent all night.

When the guy calmed down, the broken forehead was wet with sweat and pressed on his face.

Qin Mo raised his eyebrows and tried the temperature on her forehead again, it was not that hot anymore.

very good.

He didn't want his toys either, he looked sick.

It was almost half past four.

Bo Jiu is truly sleeping.

By the time I woke up, it was already dawn outside.

The sunlight came in through the window and spread on her face.

Turning your head around is the most intoxicating sleeping face in the world.

Every time the great god falls asleep, the word holiness can be reminded of.

Whether it was childhood or when you grew up.

Bo Jiu's eyes moved down and saw that he was holding his hand on her waist.

The bed is indeed narrow, and two people have to go to bed sideways before they can sleep.

It was also because of this that they were too close to him, and his breathing could be accompanied by movements and hit her ears.

then.

Something caught her attention.

It seemed that it was at that time...

As soon as Bo Jiu stretched out his hand, he pressed his wrist and then turned over. His breath fell, his eyes were very heavy, and his voice was hoarse: "It seems that my financial backer doesn't know that the man in the morning cannot be provoked."

Immediately afterwards, all Bo Jiu could feel was the kiss that fell on her shoulder.

It is dense and light biting, making people's heart beat faster and their thoughts are blank.

The temperature in the room continued to rise.

Until water is poured on your body.

Bo Jiu realized that he was carrying her to the bathroom. He was still kissing her. He seemed to like her reaction very much. He raised his thin lips and let her lose strength, leaned on him.

Apart from kissing, nothing was done in essence.

But the numbness caused by the fingers passing by Bo Jiu made him tremble slightly.

but.

She didn't understand why he had to stop.

Especially after he held her waist so hard, he bit her shoulder, followed by a faint breath and a torn bath towel.

"We got along like this before?"

He was still dripping with water in black, hitting Bo Jiu's collarbone drop by drop.

Bo Jiu, who was already wrapped in a bath towel, nodded, waiting for the heat in his body to dissipate.

Qin Mo smiled, but couldn't see his expression: "Is that right?"

Bo Jiu always felt that the great god shouldn't have reacted like this, and he was about to speak.

He raised his eyes and evil spirits came out of the corners of his eyes: "It turns out that my financial backer likes this kind, but unfortunately your physical condition does not allow it, otherwise..."

Qin Mo leaned over, and his white teeth bit her ears. His breath was still hot, his eyes were low but there was no warmth at all: "You can do anything."

Bo Jiu didn't say anything.

It was because there was a clear knock on the door outside.

In this kind of place, the sound insulation is not good, and even if you are separated by two doors, you can still hear the sound.

It's the boss.

"Breakfast is ready. If the two guests wake up, please come to pick it up."

Bo Jiu raised his eyebrows when he heard this: "Can you still provide breakfast in this kind of place?"

It’s not that she has stayed in such an inn, it’s a good thing to have hot water again.

Why is there still breakfast now? Or is the boss here to deliver it?

How could I think of me as a simple person? Just last night, the boss was already scared by the great god.

Not to mention providing breakfast, I guess the whole Man and Han banquet has to be brought here.

"I'll get it."

With a swish.

Qin Mo opened the bathroom door, threw two pieces of clothes in, and put on a pair of black trousers.

He was very handsome in the whole movement.

Neat and cold.

Compared with Qin Mo before, it is indeed a little different.

When he opened the door.

The boss outside the door suddenly stiffened his whole body, and his hands holding the wooden dining plate were shaking.

The boss admitted that he had never seen a man with such a handsome appearance, especially when his blackness drips.

But that's why I imagined it particularly with the demons in the comics.

Especially his eyes, it made people feel a little cold.

The man seems to be in a bad mood.

No way.

Could it be that he was poked again like last night?

"You can leave now."

When there were no toys present, Qin Mo didn't care about showing his murderous aura at all.

The boss shook, without saying a word, and handed the plate to the man, and immediately fled the scene.

Now he has to admire the boy who helped the man into the store last night.

Speaking of it.

It was the boy who gave him a look that my friend was very weak and he would feel pain whenever something hit him.

That makes the boss think that the other party is a precious vase.

This is not a vase, it is clearly a demon!
Chapter completed!