1811 Desert Nine, Sweet (Page 1/1)

In the end, I don’t know who took advantage of whom.

Bo Jiu has indeed touched Qin Mo enough.

But she was obviously the one who was eaten.

But I forgot everything. Afterwards, he breathed gently in his ears, and his handsome and elegant face were different from his usual habits. He was touched by the fireworks of the world, his lips were red and his eyes were deep and beautiful.

Bo Jiu always reads this point all the time.

Qin Mo has always known how to take care of someone.

After fishing out the water from the inside.

He took a nightgown and wrapped the person.

Just sit in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and look at the lights outside.

"hand."

Actually it's not very intense.

Compared to the first day.

Qin Mo is already very restrained today.

So Bo Jiu only felt comfortable, especially because he was more comfortable to rely on others.

After hearing his words, he moved, not very clear: "What are you doing with your hands? Don't touch it."

After hearing her words, Qin Mo raised his eyebrows: "It's not that you can touch it, but that you can collect the ideas of your hooligans."

Bo Jiu yawned lazyly, leaned against him like a scoundrel, and his thin lips pressed against his neck: "Brother Mo, you don't understand this. To create a beautiful marriage relationship together, one person must take the initiative. I see that you are so reserved. How can I do if I don't take the initiative? I will tolerate you."

"Thank you, Master Jiu." Qin Mo said casually and pulled the person's hand over.

Bo Jiu knew that he wanted to cut his nails and began to pull his hands back.

"Leave your nails for you to chew?" Qin Mo got closer a little longer, and his breath hit her ears: "You scratched her back red."

When Bo Jiu heard this, his face was rarely hot, so he looked at it. Qin Mo's figure was already very good, covered with layers of thin texture, his back was straight and flawless, and now he was very ambiguous.

Don’t all those who have served as soldiers should be thick-skinned and thick-skinned?

As expected, even if Momo grows up, he is still of a little princess.

"I'll be gentle in the future." Bo Jiu said seriously.

I never realized that this is usually something that should be said by boys.

Qin Mo glanced down at her and took someone's hand over.

Perhaps Qin Mo would never have the patience to serve others.

But since the memory has been restored, I have become more comfortable.

The habits I have developed since childhood can't be changed even if I want to.

What's more, he never thought about changing it.

This should have been what he wanted to raise.

Even during the training camp, Zhao Sanpang had already said it countless times.

For example, after a frog jumps.

Zhao Sanpang always said, "Qin Xinji, does Xiao Hei Ya have no hands? You have to tie a shoelace for her even if you tie it."

After that, Qin Mo would be slightly mocked and suppressed: "You don't understand if you are single."

Zhao Sanpang really sincerely advised Bo Jiu with his hair upturned: "Little Spade is really good-looking, and his skin is the same, and he has a lot of interesting souls. Qin's scheming can only look at it with one face. How boring other places are, others will definitely go out to play when they are on holidays, right? Look at what he does, stay at home, drink tea, chess and read books, and enter the old age in advance. How can you bear Xiao Spade? You are the little prince in the nightclub!"

"Fatty, I'm shy, I like good-looking skins." Bo Jiu said seriously: "The nightclub is not in good lights and the face is not fully illuminated, so the home is different. He reads books, and I reads him, well...perfect."

Zhao Sanpang:...Grandma's, it doesn't matter to the appearance control!
Chapter completed!