National School Prince Is A Girl

The shape of the Qin desert was low, and the black hair was still drenched with moisture, and the fingers fell on the seat belt.

Thin Nine does not think that the Great God will have a conscience, so she let her go.

However, there was some defense, but she did not expect that after the safety belt was released, the slender and good-looking fingers did not leave. Instead, she touched her waist and finally fell to her chest.

Thin Nine raised his hand and blocked his brow: "Meng Ge, what do you want to do."

Thin nine saw the person in front of her eyes, her eyes flicked across her neckline, and there was a slight smile on the corner of her mouth: "It seems that you made me hold the truth, how? Now I don’t hold my hand. Let me check the elasticity?"

Black history.

Bo Jiu felt that since the understanding of the Great God, every piece of memory is a black history.

There is no time to respond to the boy. After all, this time the Qin desert is really coming.

Directly reaching out, the boy was stuck in the narrow door, the left hand slid in from the hem, picked up the cloth, and the movement quickly let the thin nine want to resist, the posture has already caught the wind.

Back to the Qin desert, with one hand on his back, the range of activities is limited.

The Great God is also very powerful. I know that her work on her legs is so powerful that she simply won’t get off the bus.

"I am more interested in your body structure than the reason why you dress up as a man." Qin Mo looked at the person in his arms, the eyes that were dark and inky, dyed deep and dark, and the body shape followed In the past, the lips were attached to the white neck and the back of the neck. The low voice made the temperature inside the car extremely high.

Thin nine straight up the spine, do not want to expose the slightest posture at this time.

Qin Mo smiled, the cool lips slowly moved up and fell on her ear: "This time just as you wish, try it?"

"Meng Ge, I thought we were going to talk about it." Thin nine wrists want to move, being squatted, the right leg wants to move, and is pressed again.

Qin Mo raised his eyebrows, and the face reflected on the window, it would only appear to be pure.

This allows Boji to see his face at this time even if he is facing him.

The black and hard shattered hair, the handsome and unparalleled toughness, is like the night demon, which is particularly dangerous at this time.

"I’ve been talking all the time, isn’t it?” He smiled, his fingers picked, and his breath fell behind her: “Why, do you like this way?”

The electric shock like electric shock was all smashed up because of the contact of the skin, and the thin nine could not control it.

The temperature of the body seems to start uncontrollable as the car heats up.

But the voice didn't mean to be evacuated from her ear. With a cool fingertip on her smooth skin, I wandered around, then, hold it again!

"It's really soft, and the feel is not bad. The degree of simulation can not only make some otaku, even I can live with it." Qin Mo smiled a little cold this time: "It's really smart."

How is this so familiar?

Think again about what she said.

The vengeful power of the Great God is also a little better.

Thin nine seized the last chance and wanted to get up: "I can explain this."

Qin Mo has pressed people back, and the breath has been thicker. There is no hint of withdrawal from the fingers. The most delicate softness under the palm, and the feeling of touch that he thinks every time, will be warm and fragrant. jade……

She feels this time.

He will still listen to her explanation?