Chapter 1290
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Try what?
The things described in the books?
Even a gangster like Bo Jiu couldn't help blushing at the thought of that scene.
Besides, the Almighty's hand was still holding onto her waist. He didn't seem to have any intention of letting go. Instead, he peeled off her shirt, dragged her back, and kissed her.
She couldn't see anything clearly.
Even the bathtub was filled with white foam.
Through the thick heat, the fog seemed to be able to reach her eyes.
The scene under the light was beautiful.
It was probably because they were both so good-looking that the air was even hotter.
At this moment, Qin Mo was like a dark noble that appeared in stories.
Anyone who liked British movies would know.
Handsome vampire nobles loved to drag young ladies into the bathtub and give them the pleasure they had never experienced before.
Qin Mo was doing the same thing. However, he didn't bite her throat. Instead, he planted multiple kisses on her collarbone before moving downwards. It was so tempting that it made her soul tremble.
Bo Jiu didn't know when her jeans had disappeared. Her overly long shirt reached her thighs and floated in the water like flower petals.
Her fair and translucent shoulders were snow-white under the light. It was easy to arouse one's thoughts.
From the start to the end, Qin Mo hugged her waist tightly, never letting her leave his arms. When he saw this scene, his gaze deepened, and he bit her shoulder.
His breathing also became a little unstable, especially when he heard the moans coming from the person in his embrace. He could not help but gasp.
If it wasn't for a voice reminding him …
He couldn't continue.
How could he allow his prey to control his thoughts?
As a guide, the person who should be grasped should be the other party.
But it was this person's every "hmm", even the way she looked at him with tears in her eyes, that made him want to have her completely at that moment.
He felt inexplicably irritated.
Qin Mo took a deep breath and retracted his hand. Then, he pulled the towel and wrapped her up.
He couldn't come into contact with her for now. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to control himself.
Was the feeling of her skin too good, or was she really like a siren? She looked at you clearly, but it made you want to destroy her.
Bo Jiu didn't know why the Almighty was suddenly awake.
There was a splash of water.
By the time she reacted, her head was already covered by a white towel.
"You can wash the rest yourself. I'll get you a glass of milk. My sugar daddy, you still need to nourish yourself. You'll feel better when you're chubbier."
Bo Jiu: …
Grandpa Butler said he was pretending to be too gentle.
How was this gentle?
Wasn't his tongue just as venomous?
The Almighty would probably feel uncomfortable if he didn't have a sharp tongue for a day.
Especially when it came to speaking ill of her.
Bo Jiu pressed the towel over her head with one hand. Suddenly, she broke into a smile.
Did he think that she couldn't tell?
Every time he flirted with her until she couldn't take it anymore, he would suddenly stop.
It seemed that he didn't want her?
Bo Jiu smiled again, a devilish glint in her eyes.
There was one thing that the Almighty seemed to have gotten wrong.
Should he tell her about it?
He didn't have the final say.
Whoosh.
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