With that, Qin Mo's kiss landed on her neck again.
Every kiss was slightly cold. Even after his body temperature had recovered, his skin was like a porcelain jade that melted in the touch.
He pressed against her body without any distance, but he didn't take another step forward.
The darkness in his eyes made him look more mischievous. "Shall we sweat in another way?"
Bo Jiu looked into his eyes, her consciousness fading. Her eyelashes trembled and the air she exhaled became hotter.
Qin Mo's gaze deepened as he carried her. Wherever his fingers brushed past, Bo Jiu couldn't help arching her back.
It was as he had said, just to sweat.
Hence, he didn't take any further actions.
After making her blush, he would only chuckle in her ear and lick her lips lightly.
Gradually, drowsiness overtook her.
Bo Jiu tilted her head and closed her eyes slowly.
Qin Mo looked at the person who had fallen asleep in his arms, his gaze deepening.
Forget it.
He wasn't in a hurry to leave.
It didn't matter where he went.
He could leave when he was no longer interested.
"My Sugar Daddy, how long will you keep me interested?"
Qin Mo laughed, his fingers still playing with the youngster's black hair, his lips curving into a devilish smile.
She wasn't without merits.
At least this guy smelled good.
The feeling in his arms was good too, her entire body was warm.
It was completely different from the coldness on his body.
Qin Mo raised a brow, placing his chin on the youngster's head. He held her with one hand and observed her in his arms.
She was so sick that she shouldn't be aggressive anymore.
But Qin Mo knew that this wasn't her original self.
Because no one would dare to confront more than ten speedboats like that. She lit a lighter and blew things up as she pleased. Even her posture looked good.
It was rare to see such a well-behaved person.
Indeed, at this moment, Bo Jiu was very well-behaved. She looked like a little prince when she was quiet. Even her pure black hair hung down, covering her ears and eyes. Only the porcelain white curve of her chin could be seen.
Qin Mo looked at her for a moment, tilting his head and kissing the top of her head.
After this action, Qin Mo froze. Then he frowned, a faint coldness in his eyes.
No one knew what he was thinking.
The night sky outside the window gradually surged. Because it had never been polluted, the starry sky outside was very beautiful.
It's easy to fall asleep.
Especially when he was carrying someone in his arms.
He didn't feel cold.
In the latter half of the night, the temperature of the person in his arms increased. It was so high that Qin Mo, who had fallen asleep, suddenly opened his eyes.
Without any unnecessary movements, his first reaction was to place his hand on her forehead. When he felt the scalding heat, he turned to look at Bo Jiu.
His eyes darkened even more.
He got up from the bed and walked out of the room half-naked without even putting on a jacket.
The sky is dark now.
The boss was a local, and he was drinking downstairs. He probably had an appointment with a few of his friends, so he hadn't left yet.
Qin Mo didn't stop and walked over. "Do you have alcohol here?"
The boss glanced at Qin Mo but didn't reply. He continued to drink his wine, talking and laughing.
Just as he was about to lean forward and put a peanut in his mouth.
There was a swoosh sound!
A poker card stabbed into the back of his hand.
Blood flowed out instantly. Even though it wasn't a lot, the boss's entire face changed from the pain.
The person sitting opposite him stood up abruptly, probably wanting to hit Qin Mo's head.
But the moment he raised the bottle, his wrist was grabbed. It was just a little force.
"Bang!"
He fell straight onto the ground!
The expressions of the three people changed.
Especially the boss, he looked at his hand, his gaze wavering.
Qin Mo held onto the handle of the chair, his lips curling up slightly. His voice rang beside the boss's ear like an elegant devil. "Do you have alcohol here?"
"Yes, yes, yes!" The boss held onto his hand. "I'll get it for you now."
Qin Mo smiled in satisfaction. "Thank you."
The boss trembled when he heard the two words. This man was really scary!
Originally, the boss didn't take them seriously because they weren't locals. But now, he didn't dare to neglect them anymore.
This devil-like man didn't look like the weak and frail person he had when he was leaning on the youngster.
Even though he was smiling, it sent chills down one's spine. They subconsciously obeyed his orders.
Besides the alcohol, Qin Mo also brought a basin of hot water upstairs.
Before he left, he said, "There's someone up there who's sick. He needs to rest and recuperate, so it's better not to make any unnecessary movements."
The boss was startled. He hurriedly replied, "Yes."
The pain on the back of his hand made him lose all his temper.
The only person who wasn't injured came over. "Who exactly is that person? He looks rather refined. How could he injure someone with poker cards?"
"How would I know!" If he knew, would he dare to be so reckless?
Qin Mo brought the basin of hot water into the room. The door was locked with a long leg.
Indeed, even with his upper body bare, Qin Mo was different from others. The nobility around him didn't dissipate. But because of the difference in his eyes, there was a hint of darkness mixed in.
He glanced at Bo Jiu, who was lying on the bed.
He took a towel, dipped it in the hot water, and placed it on her fair forehead.
The thermometers here weren't clean.
Even if the boss had one, Qin Mo didn't take it. For some reason, he had taken a candy from the snack counter at the front desk.
At that time, he had been bored waiting for the hot water and had played with it in his hands.
Now, he opened the packaging and used the end of the candy to touch the youngster's lips.
Qin Mo didn't see any reaction from her. He leaned over and used his lips to pry open her lips. Then he pulled away, allowing her to bite the candy in his hands.
She probably tasted the sweetness in her mouth.
The youngster's thin lips moved. Her brows weren't frowning as badly as before.
Qin Mo realized that he didn't like her unhappy expression.
Since he had found a toy, the more exquisite it was, the better.
Qin Mo reached out and took her hand. He dipped a cotton swab in alcohol and smeared it inch by inch on her joints.
It wasn't just her hands, but her knees, her collarbone, her lower abdomen …
Bo Jiu, whose entire body was burning uncomfortably, couldn't sleep well. When she felt the comforting coolness, she couldn't help opening her eyes.
The first thing she saw was the handsome and fair side profile under the light. His head was lowered, and she was the only one in his eyes.
Coincidentally, it brushed against her long legs.
It would have been better if she hadn't woken up. Once she woke up, all her senses returned. Waves of numbness and that pair of deep eyes.
Her body seemed to have turned into a pool of water, scattering softly on the ground. Even her eyes were wet.
Qin Mo looked at the youngster's flushed face and watery eyes. His hand paused. Maintaining that position, he leaned forward and planted a kiss on her collarbone.
It was obviously different from before.
His fingers were still in their original position. He slid down. The softness in his hand and the warmth of the jade on his body made his breathing unstable.
But he still held it in.
Even though it was a strange way of holding it in.
But as a criminal psychologist, how could he lay his hands on his own toy?
Since it was a toy, he could play with it or abandon it, but he couldn't do it to the end.
Qin Mo paused at the last moment. He watched her glowing mole and smiled slowly. "My Sugar Daddy, you really can captivate me if you aren't careful."
Bo Jiu realized that he wasn't really willing to touch her.
But her body was too cold and so was her consciousness.
As she floated up and down, she closed her eyes again.
After some time, she seemed to be pulled into someone's embrace.
He could vaguely hear a voice ringing in his ears. It sounded a little arrogant. "It's already like this, why hasn't the temperature dropped? My sugar daddy, you better get better. This is the first time I've served someone like this."
Bo Jiu wanted to laugh when she heard that.
Who would force someone to lower their fever?
Besides, the Almighty, you're actually talking about me, right?
For some reason, Bo Jiu felt that the Almighty's tone was extremely similar to when they were young.
It was probably because it was too comfortable to be hugged.
At three in the morning, Bo Jiu felt her back breaking out in sweat.
Her long legs rubbed against the wall, but she didn't move.
He pressed her down. "What's wrong?"
"Hot." Bo Jiu wanted to pull the blanket away when she said this.
Qin Mo wrapped her up, preventing her from moving. He only said one word. "Sleep."
But it was still hot. Bo Jiu could only think of a way to absorb the coldness from his body.
Qin Mo glanced at the person whose face was pressed against his chest. His eyes darkened and his fingers tightened.
The entire night passed like this.
When she finally quietened down, the hair on her forehead was drenched in sweat and stuck to her face.
Qin Mo raised a brow. He felt the temperature on her forehead again. It wasn't as hot as before.
Very good.
He didn't want his toy to look so sickly.
At around 4: 30 pm.
Bo Jiu was in a deep sleep.
When she woke up, the sky was already bright.
The sunlight shone through the window, splashing onto her face.
When she turned her head, she saw the most intoxicating sleeping face in the world.
Every time the Almighty fell asleep, he would remind her of the word 'holy'.
Be it when she was young or when she grew up.
Bo Jiu's gaze moved downwards. She saw the hand that was wrapped around her waist.
The bed was indeed narrow. The two of them had to lie on their sides to sleep.
It was also because of this that they were so close to each other that his breath could follow his movements and hit her ear.
Then.
Something caught her attention.
The one hanging around his neck seemed to be from that time …
The moment Bo Jiu reached out, he held onto her wrist. He flipped over, his breath falling. His gaze was heavy and his voice was seductive and hoarse. "It seems like my Sugar Daddy doesn't know that the man in the morning can't be provoked."
The next moment, Bo Jiu felt the kiss landing on her shoulder.
It was dense, with a slight bite. It made her heart beat faster. Even her mind was blank.
The temperature in the room continued to rise.
Until there was water on her body.
That was when Bo Jiu realized that he had carried her to the bathroom. He was still kissing her. He seemed to like her reaction. His thin lips were lifted. He allowed her to lean on him after she lost all her strength.
Other than kissing, they didn't do anything else.
But the numbness from his fingers made Bo Jiu tremble slightly.
But …
She didn't understand why he stopped.
Especially after he held onto her waist forcefully, he bit her shoulder. Then, his breath faded and he pulled the towel over.
"Did we get along like this in the past?"
His black hair was still dripping. Drop by drop, it landed on her collarbone.
Bo Jiu was wrapped in the towel. "Mmh." She waited for the heat to dissipate.
Qin Mo smiled, but his expression couldn't be seen. "Is that so?"
Bo Jiu felt that the Almighty shouldn't have such a reaction.
Just as she was about to speak, he glanced up, a devilish glint in his eyes. "So my Sugar Daddy likes this type. It's a pity your body doesn't allow it, otherwise …"
Qin Mo leaned forward, his teeth biting her ear. His breath was still hot, but there wasn't a hint of warmth in his eyes. "You can do anything."
Bo Jiu remained silent.
That was because there was a clear knock on the door.
The soundproofing in such a place wasn't good. Even with two doors separating them, the sound could still be heard.
It was the boss.
"Breakfast is ready. If the two guests are awake, please come to the door to get it."
Bo Jiu arched a brow. "Breakfast is provided in such a place?"
It wasn't her first time staying in such an inn. It was good enough that there was hot water.
Why was there breakfast now? And the boss was here to deliver it?
The naive Jiu wouldn't have guessed that the boss had been frightened by the Almighty last night.
Breakfast aside, the Manchu Han Imperial Feast would probably be brought over.
"I'll go get it."
Swoosh.
Qin Mo opened the bathroom door, tossing two sets of clothes in before putting on a pair of black trousers.
He looked especially handsome when he did all of this.
Clean and cold.
Compared to the Qin Mo of the past, he was indeed different.
The moment he opened the door, the boss froze.
The owner outside the door suddenly stiffened, and the hand holding the wooden plate trembled.
The boss admitted that he had never seen such a handsome man, especially when his black hair was dripping with water.
But that was why he resembled the devil in the comics.
Especially his gaze, it was so cold it sent chills down her spine.
The man seemed to be in a bad mood.
It couldn't be.
Could it be that he was stabbed again like last night?
"You can leave now."
When there weren't any toys around, Qin Mo didn't care about his murderous aura.
The boss trembled. Without another word, he passed the tray to the man and fled the scene.
Now, he couldn't help but admire the youngster who had helped the man into the inn last night.
Speaking of which …
It was that young man who had given him the illusion that his friend's body was extremely weak and that he would feel pain if anything bumped into him.
That was why the boss had thought that he was a noble vase.
How was he a vase? He was clearly a devil!
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