The Almighty smiled, his breath splashing onto her ear, teasing her.
Bo Jiu tilted her head. “I’m in the crossroad of hot and cold because of your teasing. This isn’t good for my body.”
Qin Mo stiffened, caught off guard by her response. He planted a kiss on her forehead. “What about now?”
“Hot.” Bo Jiu smiled. “Brother Mo, I just ate a piece of candy. Do you want to kiss? It would definitely be sweet.”
Qin Mo pulled off a layer of quilt, his beautifully arched brows lifted upwards. “In your dreams, you little ruffian.”
“You are a ruffian if we don’t even kiss while sleeping on the same bed.” Bo Jiu reached out to get fresh air, her face flushed. She still wanted to kick off the quilt.
The moment she moved, Qin Mo pressed down on her legs, his voice low and dim. “Are you trying to get a cold?”
“The quilt is thick.” Bo Jiu wanted to hug him without the quilt as obstruction. He was too distant right now.
Qin Mo swept a glance at her ruffian behavior. “Are you guilty of exposing my seduction?”
“Yes.” Bo Jiu watched as he tugged her over and covered her with another blanket that was lighter in weight and with a comfortable temperature. She took the chance and held onto his waist.
Qin Mo didn’t object but tapped her lightly. “Stop your misbehaving hands.”
“It’s hard,” Bo Jiu replied seriously. “Why don’t I play for a while? I might be able to resist once my hands are occupied.”
“Mmh,” he replied emotionlessly.
Bo Jiu knew he had seen through her test. She reached for her phone and thought for a moment. “Brother Mo.”
“What is it?” Qin Mo’s upper body leaned against the bed frame as he toyed with a poker card.
Bo Jiu tilted her head over. “Do you want to see your official Weibo?”
“You want me to see it?” Qin Mo asked, his eyes turning deep.
Bo Jiu nodded. “And for you to know the fans that are waiting for you.”
Qin Mo remained silent. He released a hand without any expression. It didn’t matter to him. He wasn’t interested in his past. But from the looks of it, she was hoping he would look at it.
His mood turned cold. No one would fancy the current him – including her.
Qin Mo smiled but there wasn’t any warmth in his eyes. “Phone.”
Bo Jiu moved her fingers, closing the page. “Forget it.”
Qin Mo remained indifferent. “Mmh?”
“You don’t have to see it if you don’t want to,” Bo Jiu continued. “Besides, losing your memory doesn’t make any difference. It’s better this way, no one would snatch you from me.”
A shock ran through him but he quickly returned to normal. “You better watch me tight.”
“I will,” Bo Jiu replied, clenching the phone in her palm.
Qin Mo glanced over. “Aren’t you gaming?”
“I won’t game since you don’t like it.” Bo Jiu puffed up her cheeks.
Qin Mo tapped open her phone screen. “I like you and I’ll watch you play. It’s better than you misbehaving.”
Bo Jiu arched a brow. “Brother Mo, your sugar daddy would be happier if you omitted that last part.”
“It’s a pity that the last part is how I truly feel.” Qin Mo tapped her face lightly, his voice lazy. “Start, let me see how you play.”
Bo Jiu smiled. “You’ll fall for me if you watch me play. I’m extremely handsome in game.”
