The national school idol is a girl

Qin Mo lowered his body, his black hair still wet from being soaked, and his fingers fell on the seat belt.

Bo Jiu didn't think that the great god would be so conscientious that he would let her go.

But she was on guard, but she never expected that after the seat belt was unfastened, the slender and beautiful fingers did not leave.

Bo Jiu raised her hand to block it, and raised her eyebrows: "Brother Mo, what do you want to do."

Bo Jiu only saw the man in front of her, his eyes swept over her as light as water, and there was a hint of ambiguous smile at the corner of his mouth: "It seems that it was true at the beginning, what? Now you don't hold my hand, let me check it?"

Black history.

Bo Jiu always felt that every memory since she met the great god was a black history.

There was no time for the boy to react, after all, this time Qin Mo was serious.

He stretched out his hand and blocked the boy in the narrow car door, with his back to Qin Mo, one hand behind his back, and the range of movement was really limited.

The great god was also amazing, knowing that she was good at leg skills, he simply didn't get out of the car.

"I'm more interested in you than the reason why you disguised yourself as a man." Qin Mo looked at the person in his arms, his eyes as dark as ink, stained with deep darkness, and his body followed him, his lips were pressed against the back of the white and elongated neck, and his deep voice made the temperature in the car suddenly reach the extreme.

Bo Jiu straightened her spine, not wanting to expose the slightest weakness at this time.

Qin Mo smiled, his slightly cold lips slowly moved up and landed on the tip of her ear: "This time it just happened to be what you wanted, how about giving it a try?"

"Brother Mo, I thought we were going to have a good talk." Bo Jiu wanted to move her wrist, but was handcuffed, and wanted to move her right leg, but was pressed again.

Qin Mo raised his eyebrows, and the face reflected on the car window would only look noble.

This allowed Bo Jiu to see his face at this time even if she had her back to him

The black and neat hair, the handsome and unparalleled toughness, like a demon at night, looked particularly dangerous at this time.

"We've been talking all the time, haven't we?" He smiled, raised his finger, and his breath fell behind her: "Why, don't you like this way?"

The electric shock-like heat flow suddenly jumped up because of the contact of skin, and Bo Jiu couldn't help trembling.

The temperature of the body seemed to be out of control as the temperature in the car rose.

But the voice didn't mean to leave her ears at all, "Not only can it fool some otakus, it can even fool me." Qin Mo smiled a little coldly this time: "Really smart."

Why does this sound so familiar.

Thinking carefully, it's all her own words.

The great god's ability to remember grudges is too subtle.

Bo Jiu seized the last opportunity and wanted to get up: "I can explain this."

Qin Mo pressed the person back, and his breath became stronger...

She felt that at this time.

Will he still listen to her explanation?