National School Prince Is A Girl

Suddenly.

Thin nine shoulders trembled, blushing: "Itchy."

"Is it? Itchy?" Qin Mo's eyes can reflect the water in the moonlight: "Is it just itchy?"

Even if it is thin nine, after hearing such words, the figure can only be half-bowed in his arms, and only in this way can it last for a minute.

Qin Mo thought, she probably never knew that the more she was like this, the more he didn't want to leave.

It’s like a demon.

Such a touch, silky like a satin, and more soft than a satin, a good feel, like the ancient Wenyu.

Also, the taste of her body... Qin Mo has turned his head away, the tip of his nose wiped her hair, and the pair of scorpions are deeper.

Thin nine bite the thin lip, the button of the sick suit has been pulled apart, revealing the delicate clavicle and slightly rounded, and she is like a snowy white skin in this night, in this night, only It will make the temperature hotter.

She didn't know what the great **** was like. She only heard her heartbeat and it was very loud.

She has never had so much sweat, and with the increase of her fingertips, she unconsciously let go of her thin lips.

Even the sound is light and sweet, this minute is actually not good for Qin Mo, but it seems that only then can she be sure that she is still there.

Thin Jiu Ping breathed, after watching the Qin Mo half-sound, directly a backhand, put his whole person on the hospital bed: "Meng Ge, you are not right, you look at me, I am not here?"

"Hmmm?" Qin Mo raised his hand, and his fingertip touched the face. It was not so pleasing to the eye at the beginning, how to look at it more and more, and it was so disobedient.

Thin nine leaned over the moonlight: "I am here."

Qin Mo looked at the pose of two people: "Do you want to talk to me like this?"

Thin Nine, and then kissed his lips, the evil is very: "No need to use other methods to confirm that I am absent, I will tell you."

Qin Mo confronted the eyes, the moonlight hit her white shoulders, half of the sick clothes had slipped to the arm, so she, so that his throat is followed.

"Stupid." Qin Mo thin lips slightly, spit out these two words, put the head of thin nine on his chest, and then slowly closed the eyes.

Thin nine fingers just moved.

The low voice followed and passed.

"The head hurts."

"Especially knowing that when you go to chase people, the headache seems to be blasted."

do not know why.

In such a night, when I heard such a light voice, Boji always felt that there was a grievance in it.

"Now?" The thin figure of the body moved upwards, then reached out and hugged the head of Qin Mo.

Qin Mo had a meal, but at first he did not speak. After a while, the voice rang: "Alright."

Thin nine saw the **** thin lips, slightly stunned, and the heart of Meng was turned, arrogant, and proud, this is the god, the little princess.

"Then tell me a story to Mog." When she was young, she hoped that one day she would tell him the story before going to bed, or how to identify her position at home.

Qin Mo side face, let alone the body temperature of a person, a little warm him, the blood in his eyes gradually faded, the head is not so painful, the natural prototype is revealed: "You can tell me What story? Overbearing president fell in love with me, or forced the little wife?"