National School Prince Is A Girl

Next second.

When Zhang Ma didn’t react to what happened, she saw that her young master had picked up the prostitute’s wrist and walked in the direction of the second floor.

This this!

Zhang Ma grabbed her hand and her expression changed.

The thin nine of the beggar, half-bowed, and not yet opened, was pressed on the door panel.

The Qin desert was low and the eyes were approaching. When the breath came, it was still cool with the outside.

He has not forgotten.

For what reason, he determined that he was bent.

The dreams after the night, each one is about this person.

How many times, he dreamed of tearing up the other's clothes and bullying.

Now, this guy is not going to die.

After he confessed, there was still the courage to wear women's clothing in front of him.

Qin Mog used his strength.

Thin nine did not want to break free, but stared at the eyes of Qin Mo, a corner of the mouth: "Meng Ge, you look at me like this, do you think the girl is better?"

The original boiling blood, after hearing this sentence, instantly extinguished.

Qin Mo looked at the people in front of him, his voice was cold: "This is the reason for wearing women's clothes? Want to tell me that girls are better?"

Thin Nine will still observe the words, knowing that the **** is angry, thinking about how to express his own point of view.

The eyes of Qin Mo are getting colder and colder, just like the water in the deep sea. There is no temperature. Even if it is pure, it can't hold the unique indifference: "I like men, and I will always only like men. I like to make you feel so uneasy? I am uneasy to use women's clothes to make me change? It seems that you can't accept me, but my thoughts about you will not be dispelled, and your careful thoughts will also be collected. Make me angry."

Thin nine opened his mouth.

I haven't had time to say anything yet.

There was a familiar coolness on the lips.

It was a kiss without temperature.

Cool from the beginning to the end.

It is like the heart of Qin desert at this time.

Bo Jiu always thought about keeping people straight, but forgot a little. There is really no way to change one's orientation.

Even if you don't want the big **** to be bent.

But... now she understands.

I don't want to want it, the truth is the truth.

In the middle of it, the thin lip moved to her ear, revealing the threat: "Nine, you don't seem to know much about your brother. I never let go of what I saw."

After that, Qin Mo retracted his hand, and the back of the pen stood there. I don’t know why, the sigh of silence is a bit cold: "Change your clothes and come down again."

Thin nine stood in the same place, watching the figure disappearing at the door, when the lights went black.

She wondered if she should keep her distance.

The attitude of the Great God has already explained everything.

He doesn't like her girl.

But she is a woman herself...

fair enough.

Thin nine-up, full of eyes.

She and the Great God were not originally a person of the world.

Her husband's identity is maintained for a month, and it will be over.

Before she left, she would confess all this.

same.

Also forget about life here.

Thin nine raised his hand and put a black T-shirt on his body, and a dagger was inserted between the waist.

She whispered and laughed.

This is why she did not really Fu Jiu.

She is thin nine.

Born in the dark, but also return to the dark thin nine.

Her body will always carry a knife.

Just like she will never give up as a hacker.

Just rely on this.

She and the great **** will only be opponents, not friends, not even...others.

Thin nine looked at his hand, and the corner of his mouth was hooked. When the silver hair fell, he actually took a few minutes...