National School Prince Is A Girl

In an instant.

The softness of that bathroom is like being taken away.

All the warmth has come to an abrupt end.

Qin desert has a shape.

Even the slender fingers of a guy in his arms were tight.

Qin Mo lowered his knees and swept over the face of thin nine. The upper lip was twisted into a line. The eyebrows were thick and the nose was high. The beautiful braid was like a whirlpool. There was no trace of waves. The cold eyes were enough to see how his mood was. .

Anyone familiar with the Qin desert knows that this person has always been elegant and courteous, even if it is a dry frame, it is also a smile.

But now, from the rising of his body, no one dares to approach.

The light rain outside the window is still down, Qin Mo put people into the quilt, and the room has become a bit cold.

The thin nine sleeps are not so awake, vague, as if someone heard someone asking: "Why go."

The damp, low-pitched voice is hoarse.

Thin nine tired, sleep deeper.

The night is darker.

The princess sitting on the glass balcony is exceptionally quiet today.

Not because of anything else, because it doesn't dare to make trouble.

After today, it also thoroughly understood one thing.

In the past, it always thought that it was impossible for the guy to even touch the owner.

It seems that the other party’s force is too heavy.

The owner was pressed under his body and did not live against it.

Hey……

As a cat, it is really powerless.

It was so late, there was still a noise in the kitchen.

Zhang Wei is bound to get up.

But when she saw the figure in the kitchen, she stumbled.

Because she is not sure what the young master is thinking, both eyes are heavy, and the eyes will be black and heavy, as if the abyss is not seen.

Zhang Hao walked over: "Young Master, or I am coming."

Qin Mo shook his head and said that he didn't use it. He cooked it in a noodle and smashed it in a jar. Make sure that it won't be cold for too long, and one hand is on the floor.

Zhang Wei looked at the back and was very hesitant to tell the lady about the young man’s return home today.

Because even Zhang Huan can come out, this time today is different.

Qin Mo rarely cooks, he is not hungry, and the face is clear to whom.

Looking at the man lying on his bed, the black broken hair hangs down, covering her face, revealing the chin, and it seems to be very pleasing to sleep.

That is... the narrow and dangerous scorpion of the Qin desert immediately smashed up, then sneered, with a cold meaning: "Study is not good."

The language fell, and the whole person went down.

Half-dream and half-sleeping was entered, and it was fierce and numb, and the marrow was fascinating, unable to extricate itself, and even the toes were shuddering.

The thin nine felt as if they were in the stove, and the force of the fingers was forced to make a sound. The open eyes were already unclear, and the thinness was covered with a layer of fog.

Originally it was just punishment, but at this moment, Qin Mo only felt that he was about to melt inside. Once again, she touched her eyes, and she became more and more intolerable. She held her waist and swept like a wild rainstorm.

The white screens are blown up, and even the lingering looks give a very beautiful dreamy feeling...

The sky is bright.

The weather in Jiangcheng, after the rain, blue is very.

The sun hit the east and the spotted spots fell on the bed.

Thin nine slept for one morning, and his strength had recovered. However, after being exposed to such light, he subconsciously reached out and blocked his own eyes...