The cleaning time is not long.

Men who have been soldiers generally have good physical strength.

What's more, Qin Mo came out of the special forces.

So this kind of thing has no effect on him.

He reached out and pulled the bath towel over and surrounded her.

He half bent and carried her out of the bathtub.

She moved for a while, as if she was a little resistant.

Qin Mo lowered his eyes and kissed the corner of her eyes. His voice was still sandy, but he brought the doting that he didn't have in front of others: "Stop making trouble, take you to bed."

The person in his arms then softened his body and wrapped around Qin Mo's waist, he still said, "My."

"Yeah, yours." Qin Mo's fingers crossed her hair, put the person on the bed, and couldn't help but kiss her forehead. He probably wouldn't be able to find someone so possessive again.

Bo Jiu was still lazy at this time. He didn't feel anything strange in his body, but instead he was holding the person with a slightly cool skin, which was very suitable for falling asleep.

When I woke up the next day, Bo Jiu, who had a sore waist and back, wanted to stay on the sofa and didn't want to move at all.

Why do she eat more food than him? He has so much better physical strength than her?

When Bo Jiu put his long legs on the sofa and half-supported his chin to drink milk, his eyes that looked at Qin Mo obviously showed depression.

After all, she was physically poor.

If you really want to do something to the great god, you still have to rely on some special means.

However, this is her territory anyway.

Fifth Avenue is nearby.

You can still get something if you get something.

After she recovered, all the special things about the black brothers were used on the great gods...

When Bo Jiu was drinking it, he set his eyes on Qin Mo's face who was blowing the medicine soup for her, and his eyes were a little darker.

Qin Mo took a casual look and knew what the man was thinking. He touched her lips with a spoon: "It's better not to do anything bad these two days, do you understand?"

"Do I still have the strength to do bad things in this state?" After taking a sip, Bo Jiu felt it was too bitter, so he simply leaned over and touched his lips: "What does it smell?"

Qin Mo raised his eyebrows: "The smell of milk."

"It's bitter." Bo Jiu lazily pushed his head on his shoulder: "When will this be drunk?"

Qin Mo looked down at someone who was even thinking about taking medicine. After thinking about it, he pinched her jaw and kissed her.

Bo Jiu smiled gently, sucked the smell for a moment, and a trace of evil spirit appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Brother Mo, I find that you are getting more and more advanced."

"I find that you are more and more inappropriate." Qin Mo said as he wiped her thin lips with a napkin: "Does your waist still hurt?"

Bo Jiu raised his eyebrows: "It hurts." In this way, the great god should feel guilty.

"Oh?" Qin Mo stood up, tidied up his cuffs, and slowly said: "Then I won't take you to the wedding venue."

Bo Jiu:...

Qin Mo saw her appearance and suddenly laughed again, lowering his eyes: "Do it hurt or it's fake?"

"It's another matter whether it hurts or not. Now I just want to kiss you until my legs are weak." Bo Jiu narrowed his eyes.

Qin Mo rubbed her head: "There is still a gap between dreams and dreams."

After saying that, he brought another bowl of things over.

Bo Jiu suddenly glanced at the corner of his mouth, and he was a little depressed: "Also?"
Chapter completed!