No. 1728

There were still drops of water on her white jade-like ankles, and her back was surrounded by a towel. The hazy water all over her body shone a little when it was illuminated.

Those eyes were the black of thick fog.

Looks like a siren indeed.

Especially when smiling, the corners of the mouth are slightly hooked and the walking posture is straight, bringing out the ultimate beauty.

It seems that he is not embarrassed because of this appearance.

Bo Jiu touched his cheek, looking very handsome.

She originally planned to knock the person down directly.

Who knew that before she could take action, the man pulled her into his arms again.

Wrapping her around was a dry bath towel.

Even her eyes were surrounded inside.

"Brother Mo." Bo Jiu felt that the great god was a bit invincible. She couldn't even see him, so how could he attack.

Qin Mo looked at the little hooligan who was trying to be cool after getting wet. Now he looked like an angry cat, stretching out his claws in dissatisfaction and trying to act coquettishly.

"Huh?" He raised his eyebrows and put the guy's head directly on his shoulder.

Bo Jiu finally felt at ease, because she discovered that the big bath towel was not just for her, but for two people.

The great god was also wrapped in it, and what she directly came into contact with was his skin. Well, that was how it should be, to play with the sense of distance from her.

Bo Jiu's eyes were bent with laughter, and he was about to move his hands.

"What bad thing do you want to do?" Qin Mo used a free hand to hold down someone's restless paw, raised his brows, and said a little funny: "It seems that my sponsor likes me very much."

Bo Jiu raised his head, looked at Qin Mo, and smiled darkly: "Yes, yes."

"You can't touch it if you like it." Qin Mo took care of the person, as if he were taking care of a domesticated prey: "Turn around and look in the mirror."

Bo Jiu raised his eyebrows: "What to do?"

"Blow your hair." You always have to do something unimaginable to divert attention, so the master comes out with a hair dryer. Now he holds one hand high, and his aura is very strong.

Bo Jiu thought for a while, she couldn't force anyone, it would not be good to bully the great god while he lost his memory.

"Okay, blow your head."

Turning around, her whole back was leaning on his chest, and the two of them were wrapped in the same bath towel. They were neither too big nor too small, just right. Such a posture would not even be able to satisfy the master.

Qin Mo laughed again after hearing someone's sigh: "What? I'm disappointed in you? What bad things have you been thinking about in your head all day?"

"I want to sleep with you." Bo Jiu felt the soft wind blowing over his head and smiled: "It's so obvious, Brother Mo can't even tell?"

Qin Mo looked at that face and couldn't help it. He stretched out his hand and pinched it: "I am very expensive. Let me dry your silver hair first."

"Silver hair?" Bo Jiu tilted his head: "The most popular grandma gray is quite handsome, isn't it handsome?"

Qin Mo met those eyes with clear black and white, the tear mole was particularly obvious, the nose, mouth and even the bones were very beautiful. He moved his body, half-bent down and kissed the mouth, his eyes were deep and low. : "It really looks good."

So far, the most pleasing prey he has ever seen.

"Not as good-looking as you." What Bo Jiu said is true. Little Princess Qin has been good-looking since she was a child.

Qin Mo slowly ran his fingers through the young man's hair, and the hair dryer was still blowing carefully: "Are you sure you want to use the word good-looking to describe me? No man would like to have this adjective on his body."

"Stunning beauty?" Bo Jiu thought about the idioms she had learned.

Qin Mo raised his eyebrows again.

"Lan Yan is a disaster?" These four words definitely fit the bill.

Qin Mo smiled and spoke very slowly: "Why don't you say I am Daji of the State of Huo?"

"How can you compare with Daji?" Bo Jiuyi smiled: "You are much prettier than Daji."

Seeing how comfortable you are in my arms, I won't throw you out through the window. Qin Mo just gave up on this idea.

Then the man said again: "Brother Mo, someone like me must have been a foolish king in ancient times. If you were Daji and wanted to confuse the country,

I must confuse you casually. Do you think I am too impulsive? If someone says something bad about you, I want to beat them up. No wonder you always said I was impulsive when you were a child. Well, I am quite impulsive. "

When Qin Mo heard this, he turned off the hair dryer and tapped her face rhythmically with his fingers: "I see you are not impulsive at all."

Every word he speaks seems to penetrate into people's hearts.

So cunning.

"It's still impulsive. For example, I really want to sleep with you." Bo Jiu tilted his head over again and said in a lazy tone: "So Brother Mo, if I do anything to you, you must stop me. I This man can’t stand beauty traps, you can use them more often.”

Qin Mo laughed softly, and he was no longer pretending now. He put the hair dryer aside, his temperament was a little distant: "You can even see that I am using a beauty trick?"

"It's a pity that I don't have to go to the end." When Bo Jiu smiled slightly, he sneezed and said, "You don't even let me taste the sweetness."

Qin Mo glanced at the person in front of him and frowned. Then he raised his hand and picked the person up, walked to the room, and stuffed the person directly into the quilt.

Bo Jiu groaned: "There are so many covers, it's too heavy." There was a quilt between them, and after it was removed, he didn't even eat the tofu.

"Where's the medicine?" Qin Mo answered the question inappropriately.

Bo Jiu was held down and couldn't move: "What medicine?"

"Cold medicine." Qin Mo said and pushed in the person who was about to show up.

Bo Jiu suddenly realized that the great god was concerned about her sneeze just now, thinking that she was sick again, so he wanted to find medicine?

Or let her taste the sweetness.

Bo Jiu only showed a pair of eyes, and the corners of her mouth under the quilt were smiling.

Qin Mo tilted his head and saw this scene. Naturally, he also knew that he had overreacted a little. After pausing for a moment, he sat on the edge of the bed and smiled nonchalantly: "Are you very proud?"

"No, actually I also feel a little cold and uncomfortable. It must be because of the bathtub just now." In order to make herself look more sincere, Bo Jiu pressed her head with her hand.

Qin Mo smiled even more: "Cold? Then add another quilt."

The great god is a man who does what he says. He opened the cupboard, took out a summer quilt, and covered someone: "Is it much warmer now?"

"Yeah." What else can Bo Jiu say? The play she had created must be finished even if it is hot: "I'm just a little thirsty." Drinking some water can always cool down a little.

Qin Mo raised his eyebrows: "Thirsty? Then I'll go get you a cup of hot water, how about it?"

Hot water?

Bo Jiu waved her hand: "Forget it, I'm not that thirsty."

The Great God is so treacherous, he might as well continue to use the beauty trick on her.

Qin Mo watched the face turn red, and pressed down, even his breath was a little impetuous: "I'll ask you one last time, is it cold or hot?"

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