Chapter 1207
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suddenly.
Bo Jiu's shoulders trembled, and she blushed violently: "Itches."
"Really? Itching?" Qin Mo's eyes seemed to be able to reflect water in the moonlight: "Is it just itching?"
Even Bo Jiu, after hearing those words, could only half-bow in his arms, probably only in this way, could he persist for a minute.
Qin Mo thought that she would never know that the more she looked like this, the more he didn't want to leave.
As if possessed by a demon.
That kind of touch is as smooth as silk and satin, and it is softer than silk and satin. It feels good to the touch, like ancient warm jade.
Also, the smell on her body... Qin Mo turned his head, brushed her hair with the tip of his nose, and his eyes became deeper.
Bo Jiu bit her thin lip, and two of the buttons of the hospital gown had been torn off, revealing her delicate collarbone and slightly rounded body. In a glimpse, her skin was as white as snow. In this night, only It will make the temperature even hotter.
She didn't know what kind of state the Great God was in. Bo Jiu could only hear her own heartbeat, which was very loud.
She had never sweated so much before, and as the pressure on her fingertips increased, she unconsciously let go of her thin lips.
Even her voice was lightly sweet. This minute was actually not easy for Qin Mo, but it seemed that only in this way could she be sure that she was still there.
Bo Jiu calmed down, and after looking at Qin Mo for a while, he directly backhanded him and pressed his whole body on the hospital bed: "Brother Mo, you are not right, you look at me, am I not here?"
"Huh?" Qin Mo raised his hand and touched that face with his fingertips. Obviously, at the beginning, it was not so pleasing to the eye. Why did he like it more and more, and still be so disobedient.
Bo Jiu leaned over under the moonlight: "I'm right here."
Qin Mo looked at the posture of the two people: "You want to talk to me like this?"
Bo Jiu hummed, then kissed his lips, very wickedly: "There is no need to use other methods to confirm whether I am there, I will just tell you."
Qin Mo met those eyes, the moonlight hit her snow-white shoulders, and half of the hospital gown had slipped down to her arms. She looked like that, making his throat tight.
"Idiot." Qin Mo's thin lips parted slightly, and after uttering these two words, he pressed Bo Jiu's head on his chest, and then slowly closed his eyes.
Bo Jiu just moved his fingers.
The low voice came again.
"Head hurts."
"Especially when you know you're chasing someone, the headache feels like it's about to explode."
do not know why.
In such a night, hearing such a faint voice, Bo Jiu always felt that there was a grievance hidden in it.
"What about now?" Bo Jiu moved upwards, then reached out and hugged Qin Mo's head.
Qin Mo paused and didn't speak at first, but after a while, his voice sounded: "It's okay."
When Bo Jiu saw those sexy thin lips, she pursed her lips slightly, her cute heart almost melted, she was arrogant and arrogant, she was a master, like a little princess.
"Then let me tell Brother Mo a story." When Bo Jiu was a child, he hoped that one day she would tell him a bedtime story, otherwise how would he judge his status in the family.
Qin Mo turned his face sideways, letting the body temperature of someone warm him up little by little, the blood in his eyes gradually faded, his head didn't hurt so much, and he naturally showed his true colors: "Can you tell me What story? The domineering president fell in love with me, or did he force that little wife?"
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suddenly.
Bo Jiu's shoulders trembled, and she blushed violently: "Itches."
"Really? Itching?" Qin Mo's eyes seemed to be able to reflect water in the moonlight: "Is it just itching?"
Even Bo Jiu, after hearing those words, could only half-bow in his arms, probably only in this way, could he persist for a minute.
Qin Mo thought that she would never know that the more she looked like this, the more he didn't want to leave.
As if possessed by a demon.
That kind of touch is as smooth as silk and satin, and it is softer than silk and satin. It feels good to the touch, like ancient warm jade.
Also, the smell on her body... Qin Mo turned his head, brushed her hair with the tip of his nose, and his eyes became deeper.
Bo Jiu bit her thin lip, and two of the buttons of the hospital gown had been torn off, revealing her delicate collarbone and slightly rounded body. In a glimpse, her skin was as white as snow. In this night, only It will make the temperature even hotter.
She didn't know what kind of state the Great God was in. Bo Jiu could only hear her own heartbeat, which was very loud.
She had never sweated so much before, and as the pressure on her fingertips increased, she unconsciously let go of her thin lips.
Even her voice was lightly sweet. This minute was actually not easy for Qin Mo, but it seemed that only in this way could she be sure that she was still there.
Bo Jiu calmed down, and after looking at Qin Mo for a while, he directly backhanded him and pressed his whole body on the hospital bed: "Brother Mo, you are not right, you look at me, am I not here?"
"Huh?" Qin Mo raised his hand and touched that face with his fingertips. Obviously, at the beginning, it was not so pleasing to the eye. Why did he like it more and more, and still be so disobedient.
Bo Jiu leaned over under the moonlight: "I'm right here."
Qin Mo looked at the posture of the two people: "You want to talk to me like this?"
Bo Jiu hummed, then kissed his lips, very wickedly: "There is no need to use other methods to confirm whether I am there, I will just tell you."
Qin Mo met those eyes, the moonlight hit her snow-white shoulders, and half of the hospital gown had slipped down to her arms. She looked like that, making his throat tight.
"Idiot." Qin Mo's thin lips parted slightly, and after uttering these two words, he pressed Bo Jiu's head on his chest, and then slowly closed his eyes.
Bo Jiu just moved his fingers.
The low voice came again.
"Head hurts."
"Especially when you know you're chasing someone, the headache feels like it's about to explode."
do not know why.
In such a night, hearing such a faint voice, Bo Jiu always felt that there was a grievance hidden in it.
"What about now?" Bo Jiu moved upwards, then reached out and hugged Qin Mo's head.
Qin Mo paused and didn't speak at first, but after a while, his voice sounded: "It's okay."
When Bo Jiu saw those sexy thin lips, she pursed her lips slightly, her cute heart almost melted, she was arrogant and arrogant, she was a master, like a little princess.
"Then let me tell Brother Mo a story." When Bo Jiu was a child, he hoped that one day she would tell him a bedtime story, otherwise how would he judge his status in the family.
Qin Mo turned his face sideways, letting the body temperature of someone warm him up little by little, the blood in his eyes gradually faded, his head didn't hurt so much, and he naturally showed his true colors: "Can you tell me What story? The domineering president fell in love with me, or did he force that little wife?"
suddenly.Bo Jiu's shoulders trembled, and she blushed violently: "Itches.""Really? Itching?" Qin Mo's eyes seemed to be able to reflect water in the moonlight: "Is it just itching?"Even Bo Jiu, after hearing those words, could only half-bow in his arms, probably only in this way, could he persist for a minute.Qin Mo thought that she would never know that the more she looked like this, the more he didn't want to leave.As if possessed by a demon.That kind of touch is as smooth as silk and satin, and it is softer than silk and satin. It feels good to the touch, like ancient warm jade.Also, the smell on her body... Qin Mo turned his head, brushed her hair with the tip of his nose, and his eyes became deeper.Bo Jiu bit her thin lip, and two of the buttons of the hospital gown had been torn off, revealing her delicate collarbone and slightly rounded body. In a glimpse, her skin was as white as snow. In this night, only It will make the temperature even hotter.She didn't know what kind of state the Great God was in. Bo Jiu could only hear her own heartbeat, which was very loud.She had never sweated so much before, and as the pressure on her fingertips increased, she unconsciously let go of her thin lips.Even her voice was lightly sweet. This minute was actually not easy for Qin Mo, but it seemed that only in this way could she be sure that she was still there.Bo Jiu calmed down, and after looking at Qin Mo for a while, he directly backhanded him and pressed his whole body on the hospital bed: "Brother Mo, you are not right, you look at me, am I not here?""Huh?" Qin Mo raised his hand and touched that face with his fingertips. Obviously, at the beginning, it was not so pleasing to the eye. Why did he like it more and more, and still be so disobedient.Bo Jiu leaned over under the moonlight: "I'm right here."Qin Mo looked at the posture of the two people: "You want to talk to me like this?"Bo Jiu hummed, then kissed his lips, very wickedly: "There is no need to use other methods to confirm whether I am there, I will just tell you."Qin Mo met those eyes, the moonlight hit her snow-white shoulders, and half of the hospital gown had slipped down to her arms. She looked like that, making his throat tight."Idiot." Qin Mo's thin lips parted slightly, and after uttering these two words, he pressed Bo Jiu's head on his chest, and then slowly closed his eyes.Bo Jiu just moved his fingers.The low voice came again."Head hurts.""Especially when you know you're chasing someone, the headache feels like it's about to explode."do not know why.In such a night, hearing such a faint voice, Bo Jiu always felt that there was a grievance hidden in it."What about now?" Bo Jiu moved upwards, then reached out and hugged Qin Mo's head.Qin Mo paused and didn't speak at first, but after a while, his voice sounded: "It's okay."When Bo Jiu saw those sexy thin lips, she pursed her lips slightly, her cute heart almost melted, she was arrogant and arrogant, she was a master, like a little princess."Then let me tell Brother Mo a story." When Bo Jiu was a child, he hoped that one day she would tell him a bedtime story, otherwise how would he judge his status in the family.Qin Mo turned his face sideways, letting the body temperature of someone warm him up little by little, the blood in his eyes gradually faded, his head didn't hurt so much, and he naturally showed his true colors: "Can you tell me What story? The domineering president fell in love with me, or did he force that little wife?"
