Bo Jiu's fingers paused. She tilted her head and saw his face. His lashes were long and narrow. Because of his actions, it hit her face. It was so good looking that it didn't seem real.
The kiss didn't last long.
Fortunately, her teammates were focused on the game and no one saw it.
Actually, someone had seen it.
Rao Rong had just finished a match. When he glanced up at the time, he saw the scene.
But he wasn't Lin Feng. He glanced over and smiled. With a cigarette in his mouth, he continued with the second match.
In the past.
It was hard to imagine.
Who would fall in love with the aloof and cold Qin Mo fall in love with?
After all, when he had known him, he had been a youngster who only acted according to his preferences. He had been so cold that it had been a headache.
He definitely didn't have much patience.
He hadn't even batted an eyelash at the beautiful female casters.
Regardless of how seductive they were, even if they were to stand naked in front of him.
He would always have a mocking smile on his face.
From the looks of it, when it came to love, he had to be gentle.
Rao Rong clicked lightly, entering the next match.
Bo Jiu listened to the tapping of the keyboard. She glanced down at the wet lips after he had kissed her. Her heart started to race.
But the Almighty was indeed the Almighty.
When he didn't speak, he was as beautiful as a fairy.
The moment he opened his mouth, he would reveal his true self. "Just as you said, the kiss is over. Open your mouth and let me take a look."
"What am I looking at?" Bo Jiu did as she was told. Judging from the Almighty's expression, if she didn't listen, he would throw her out of the window.
Qin Mo looked at himself. When he saw the redness in the middle of her throat, his deep eyes narrowed slightly.
As expected.
"Brother Mo?" Bo Jiu arched a brow. She didn't understand what he was looking at.
He walked out and asked for a peppermint candy from someone. He stuffed it into her mouth and said in a lazy tone, "Say one more word and I'll quit the game."
That was when Bo Jiu realized that he was feeling heartache for her throat. She couldn't help but smile but she couldn't make it too obvious.
Otherwise, the Almighty would say that he was proud again. She sat there for a while before moving again. She leaned over and kissed his ear. "Brother Mo, thank you. The candy is delicious."
Qin Mo's hands paused. He forgot to deal damage and was killed by the tyrant.
When he pulled himself out of that guy's aura, there was already a line of dots on the screen.
"Is my assassin sleepwalking? He was killed by the Tyrant? "
"An Assassin can't even kill a monster. I feel like I'm going to lose again."
"Alright, my mentality has collapsed. How am I supposed to fight like this?"
Bo Jiu, who hadn't entered the game, turned to take a look. However, Qin Mo raised his hand, blocking her from reaching over. His tone was casual. "Get me a glass of water."
"Isn't there one here?" Bo Jiu pointed to the glass of water beside him.
The number one jungler, who had been killed by the tyrant, replied expressionlessly, "It's cold, I want a cup of hot tea to wake me up."
"Alright, I'll go look for Grandfather Butler."
After reviving in the spring, Qin Mo darted into the jungle once more.
This time, he didn't just kill the tyrant, he had also taken away the adc.
In an instant, the situation in the game changed.
His teammates who had won without doing anything were a little confused.
Since his jungler was so good, why had he been killed by the tyrant?
It wasn't just his teammates, even the opponents were asking the same question.
Qin Mo moved his fingers, replying, "Lagged internet connection."
That was why gamers had the same routine. Regardless of the situation, there would always be a perpetual excuse: lagged internet connection.
But only Qin Mo knew what had happened in that instant.
How could he be affected by a prey to such an extent?
Qin Mo lowered his gaze, not saying a word.
Next, he didn't give her a chance to speak. When he saw that she was about to explain, he stuffed a piece of candy over.
Looking at the man's wavering eyes, Ye Zichen felt a chill run down his spine.
Qin Mo sneered, she obviously wanted him to feed her the candy personally.
It wasn't easy to get tired when they accompanied each other.
But in the wee hours of the morning, his shoulders couldn't take it.
The weather outside was getting cold.
Bo Jiu glanced up, turning to Yin Wuyao. "There's a room, shall we get everyone to sleep in?"
"Let's sleep here." Yin Wuyao flicked the ash off his cigarette. "Sitting in front of the computer gives me a higher chance of winning. Everyone probably feels the same way, me too."
With that, Yin Wuyao leaned back. "It's good, I feel at ease."
Bo Jiu understood the feeling he was referring to, her lips curving into a slight smile.
Yin Wuyao spoke again, "Little Captain."
"Mmh?" Bo Jiu arched a brow.
Yin Wuyao knew that everyone was asleep.
Those who weren't asleep couldn't hear their conversation.
"Continue playing, if you really can't take it, just wear female clothes, it's nothing. You can just change back. "
"I promised He … I mean, I promised my mom that I wouldn't play anymore." Bo Jiu tilted her head. "Besides, Rao Rong is here, even without me, as long as the Almighty recovers, Supreme Alliance will still be able to clinch the championship. I've seen the comments online, it doesn't affect me in that aspect but I don't want people to talk about my gender when you are trying so hard to win. That wouldn't be fair to those who are serious about the competition. Most importantly, I don't want any black marks on his Almighty record. Uncle Yin, do you know? That person should stand on the altar, clean and innocent. "
He shouldn't be like this, where a small streamer could diss him.
The moment someone appeared, they would say that he couldn't play anymore because of someone else.
He would be treated as the most dangerous person there.
All of this.
He shouldn't have experienced it.
He should have been held in her hands.
Regardless of when.
With that, she glanced out of the window, the lights of the entire city reflected in her eyes.
No one knew.
How did success come about?
Perhaps, no one would care.
When this group of people was tired, they would just lie down on the keyboard and close their eyes to sleep. What was the reason?
They wanted to win.
They wanted to win so badly.
They wanted to prove themselves, their teammates, and their team.
But how could she become a stumbling block at such a time?
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