Chapter 1617

Bo Jiu didn't know what Qin Mo was thinking.

I only heard the other party say "wash together?"

The evil spirit at the corner of the mouth became a little more, with a characteristic laziness: "Okay."

After all, a certain god in the bathroom is even more beautiful and delicious.

The villa I settled in abroad has a large bathtub and floor-to-ceiling windows on the other side.

You can see the lights below.

The bath water in the bathtub has been placed, fresh roses and white foam are intertwined, and there is a bottle of chilled red wine beside the bathtub.

"Do you want to drink?" Qin Mo turned his face sideways.

Bo Jiu smiled shallowly, and put one hand on the side of the bathtub: "Don't drink, it's a waste of time."

Qin Mo glanced at her, but didn't move.

She slammed into the bathtub with a swish.

After the suit was soaked, he looked more handsome and ascetic than ever.

It is obviously cold, but for no reason, there is an extra layer of sexiness that makes people want to get their hands on it.

That kind of sexy paired with Qin Mo's face really makes people feel itchy.

Bo Jiu smiled slightly and lowered her eyes, and placed a kiss on his brows and eyes that were stained with water.

Qin Mo raised his eyebrows, and could feel her hands land on the buttons of his jacket, but instead of stopping her, he just looked at her like that, his black eyes darkened a bit.

Bo Jiu noticed this, and the arc of the corner of her mouth accompanied by a kiss, landed on his neck, then moved up, and kissed his ear.

Qin Mo moved his fingers, his back straightened, and his eyes became deeper and deeper.

Bo Jiu only felt that such a great god who was at her mercy made people want to kiss him too much.

It is true that beauty can deceive people.

It is also true that a beauty is out of the bath, which is especially exciting.

Especially like now, his suit was wet and his black hair fell down. Instead of feeling downcast, he just wanted someone to bite his neck.

Bo Jiu also did the same. Kissing always makes people like it, especially his cooperation.

For Bo Jiu, sitting on someone's body, kissing here and there, is probably a very tofu thing, and it's very flattering.

But for Qin Mo, this level is far from enough.

How could it be possible.

Want to hug her hard.

The thought of making her only have herself in her eyes has never stopped.

So, how can just kissing be enough.

The electric curtains on the floor-to-ceiling windows did not know when someone pressed the button.

Bo Jiu is very focused on the "food" on her lips.

From a light kiss to a deep kiss, there was still a faint aroma of red wine on the tip of his tongue. When he agreed lightly, the familiar numbness from the tailbone made her body tremble.

At some point, the dominant person has become him.

He stretched out his hand, supported the back of her head, and started a frenzied attack on the city.

The water in the bathtub seemed to be getting hotter.

Bo Jiu's thoughts were also burnt down.

In the mirror, I saw the reflection of two people.

Both the suit Qin Mo was wearing and the T-shirt Bo Jiu was wearing were all soaked through.

Black hair and silver hair are mixed together.

When he put his hands on her waist.

Bo Jiu's mind was full of snowflakes, and his hand had already reached in.

Bo Jiu suddenly went numb, and his eyes were a little blurred.

But he moved close to her ear, his thin lips stuck behind her ear, his tall body was getting hotter and hotter, almost boiling the water, and his voice was very hoarse: "Do you know how long I have been waiting for this day? "