The national school idol is a girl

Bo Jiu trembled slightly and then opened the distance between the two people.

Only then did she realize what she thought would be a very sassy move.

When it was reflected in the rear mirror, the feeling completely changed.

Especially when the great god placed his hands on her waist.

It looked like she was throwing herself into the arms of a great god.

Following the young man's gaze, Qin Mo also saw the scene in the rear mirror and raised his lips: "If it's this position, you can be on top in the future. After all, your waist is so weak."

Bo Jiu felt that she was really not good at this topic. She took a deep breath and her eyes cleared: "Brother Mo, I am really straight and I will always be."

"Nothing in this world is permanent." Qin Mo's eyes darkened: "You don't have to give me the answer now."

Bo Jiu looked at him: "But I'm really not suitable to be your boyfriend."

"I told you that you don't have to give me the answer now." Qin Mo turned sideways and opened the left car door for the boy. His angular handsome face was a little blurry at that moment: "Let's wait until after the resurrection match."

Bo Jiu thought for a while and could only do this.

Wait until she got out of the car and walked into the villa.

The black Hummer gradually disappeared from sight.

Still feel a little messy.

The Great God once tried to bend her.

Break her?

She is a girl.

How to bend?

Bo Jiu threw himself on the bed. He was obviously very tired and his lower abdomen was still a little stuffy.

But just can't sleep.

There was really no way to sleep.

Probably not used to it.

After raising the princess for a few days, suddenly there was nothing in her arms.

But Bo Jiu knew that this was not the important reason.

The root of the problem lies in the breath lingering between the lips and teeth and the residual heat on the long legs that cannot subside.

All that became the main reason.

The heartbeat didn't seem to recover.

It's like just closing your eyes.

That handsome, ascetic face and his breath as he approached appeared in my mind, as if it could penetrate into every cell...

Bo Jiutu sat up, his silver hair falling down, and his profile was perfect.

The Great God is crooked.

But how was she going to tell the great god.

She is not a boy at all.

Bo Jiu really didn't think about this before.

But now I think about it carefully.

The great god has been unusually repulsive to girls from the very beginning.

There is indeed a bending trend.

And the great god also keeps cats.

Didn't someone say that?

At least eight out of ten men who keep cats are curvy.

This situation is really... Bo Jiu reached out and held her forehead. What if she told the master her secret?

Say she is a girl.

The great god will probably kill her.

Maybe try wearing women's clothes in front of great gods more often.

Let’s be subtle first.

It would probably be better to wait until after the competition.

The great god likes her in men's clothing.

But she knew very well that she was not a boy...

The dusk outside the window dyed the earth a little red.

Vaguely, the temperature dropped a little.

Adjutant Zhang in the car still dared not look back at his young master's expression.

Just listen to what I just said.

The young master seems to have failed in his confession?

Adjutant Zhang knew very well that ever since he was a child, whatever this person wanted, he could always get it easily.

This time...

Adjutant Zhang glanced at the rear mirror.

Only then did he realize that Qin Mo's posture had not changed since just now. His black hair fell down, covering his eyes, making his expression unclear.

lonely.

This is the first time that Adjutant Zhang saw this word on the young master...

Happy Valentine's Day, babies, Ann