"Brother Mo, what are you doing?" Bo Jiu's eyes narrowed slowly, the corners of his mouth were still smiling, and he remained handsome.
Qin Mo's voice was very lukewarm: "Of course it's sleeping."
"But this is my room." Bo Jiu raised his eyebrows to remind him.
Qin Mo snorted, bent over suddenly, and propped his left hand on the bed next to Bo Jiu, covering his whole body with his breath, and even got very close to that handsome face that looked like a god. , the night-like hair added a bit of evil to his nobility, even the few strands of bangs that fell randomly on his forehead, pasted on his fair forehead, made people feel unbelievably handsome!
He looked at her, with inexplicable heat in his eyes, and his deep voice, like precious red wine, spun unhurriedly: "Don't you want to sleep in the same bed with me? Brother is satisfied today." Your wish."
There was a hint of mockery in that indifferent voice.
Don't think she can't hear it, the Great God clearly did it on purpose.
Bo Jiu was depressed: "Isn't this page already opened?"
"Who gave you this illusion?" The man raised his eyebrows, without any intention of leaving.
Bo Jiu simply smiled, his thin lips slightly curved, and approached the man: "But I like men, Brother Mo is not afraid of me..."
Qin Mo snapped his fingers, then pulled the young man away, and pressed Bo Jiu on the head of the bed in this and that posture, with a half-smile and aggravated the coldness in his tone: "Be honest when you sleep, if you move, In the physics class, I will let you continue to take the bottom one."
Bo Jiu: ... How about helping her press the questions? How could the Great God change so fast!
But... sleep together.
It wouldn't be good for her if something happened to her.
Thinking of this, Bo Jiu's eyes half-bent: "How can I control this? Brother Mo is so handsome, sleeping next to me is simply a test for me."
"Really?" Qin Mo laughed, and the corner of his mouth was a little cold: "Then you'd better control it and don't stretch out your hand, otherwise, I might cut off your paw."
Bo Jiu was frustrated: "Brother Mo, you are also a man, you should be able to understand that sometimes you really can't control it."
Qin Mo looked at the distressed young man in front of him.
Bo Jiuxie made a handsome face: "You understand, right."
"To be honest, I don't really understand." Qin Mo's voice was very calm, his profile was dignified and handsome: "After all, I'm not crooked, and I won't feel anything if I sleep next to a handsome man."
Bo Jiu: ...
"Well, even if Brother Mo can't empathize with you, what will I do if I attack you?"
Qin Mo raised his eyebrows: "So you can't control yourself?"
"My self-control ability is really not very good." Bo Jiu put Qin Mo on the shoulder like a good buddy: "Otherwise, I wouldn't always go to nightclubs before."
So, God, go back to your room and sleep.
Naturally, Bo Jiu would not say the last sentence, and only used a pair of electronic eyes to express his emotions.
Qin Mo took down the young man's hand, and his smile became colder: "If you have no self-control, then I will help you control it."
Before Bo Jiu could react, Qin Mo stretched out his hand, grabbed the tie on the sofa, tied the boy's right wrist, and tied the other end to the head of the bed.
Bo Jiu glanced sideways, looked at the tie, his silver hair fell down, he inevitably paused, and then smiled again: "It turns out Brother Mo likes this one."