Chapter 1423
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Her plan was exposed. Bo Jiu felt a little regretful.
She changed to another object but the effect was the same.
He probably noticed her discomfort.
Qin Mo asked casually, "Can't sleep?"
"Mmh." Her voice was a little muffled. She probably wanted to cough.
Qin Mo walked over and poured another glass of water.
But this time, other than water, he took a book from the bookshelf.
That book was the one he read every day.
Bo Jiu recognized the page. The little princess had been reading it yesterday.
"Move over a little." Qin Mo stood beside the bed. His expression didn't change much.
But when Bo Jiu heard these words, she instantly became lively. She moved her small body to the left. The space wasn't just a little.
After she finished this action, she promised seriously, "Momo, don't worry. Even if we sleep together, I won't touch you like I did yesterday. Don't be afraid."
Qin Mo's hand that was lifting the thin blanket tightened. He looked up and gave her two words. "Shut up."
Bo Jiu was very happy. She didn't care about the little princess's resistance at all. She understood that he was shy.
If Qin Mo knew that this little tiger attributed everything to his shyness, the veins on his forehead would probably rupture again.
But fortunately, Bo Jiu was still obedient sometimes.
He laid on the bed with his big eyes and a small face like an angel's, looking at people with a fierce look on his face.
Qin Mo leaned against the head of the bed and opened the book 'One Thousand and One Nights' in his hands. His melodious and cold male voice rang out. There was a little childishness in it. "It was said that in ancient times, on an island between ancient India and China, there was a kingdom called Sasan. The king was called Shanuya. Every day, King Shanuya would marry a woman and spend the night in the palace. But every day, when the rooster sang, he would cruelly kill the woman …"
Children loved to listen to stories.
To Bo Jiu, the things that her father did were treated as stories.
But Mr. Bo was too busy so he didn't have much time to tell stories.
To be precise.
This was the first time someone specially read her a bedtime story.
At first, Bo Jiu was in a daze. But soon, as she listened, her coughs lessened. All her attention was focused on the little princess's side profile and the fascinating story.
Time passed bit by bit with the flow of the moonlight.
The two of them were different from the others, probably because they were too similar.
No one would read him a bedtime story.
He looked like a little prince, yes.
He was a lonely little prince.
Every night, she would read and sleep alone.
Although there was still no one to tell him a bedtime story.
However, the little heater lying beside him and listening to him with her head tilted to one side made him feel that there was nothing wrong with letting her come over once in a while.
The sound of reading continued.
He had just read the third story of the Thousand and One Stories.
There were already people on the first floor.
That person was none other than Mr. Bo, who was wearing a black trench coat with a bouquet of roses pinned on it.
Originally, he was here to bring his Little Jiu back.
Grandpa An gestured for him to listen to the noises upstairs.
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