Qin Mo suppressed the thoughts in his mind. When there was only warmth left, he pulled her into his arms.
Bo Jiu paused. She was surrounded by the Almighty's scent, the scent of tobacco mixed with a hint of alcohol. It wasn't heavy, but when mixed with the scent of plants, it was indescribably pleasant. It was easy to lower one's guard.
But the Almighty's hand went numb. Bo Jiu tried to dodge, but she was pressed down.
However, she was pressed down, and a faint voice said, "You don't want to wear your clothes anymore?"
Ever since the Almighty had entered, she had noticed the thing in his hand. She reached for it.
Qin Mo shifted his hand away, his gaze deep. "Stay."
What did he mean by stay?
Bo Jiu arched a brow.
His long and fair fingers drew out a white strip.
That was!
Bo Jiu's ears turned red. She knew what the Almighty was about to do. He tore her jacket and went around her back, his voice right beside her. "Do you know that this will stop you from growing?"
"What growing …" Bo Jiu dodged the cold and numbing breath. She felt her chest tighten. She stopped talking and his fingers slid down her body.
Anyone would want to retaliate after being manipulated like that.
Qin Mo pressed down on Bo Jiu's raised wrist slowly. "Do I need to remind you that you slept with me for free? I'm just helping you wear your clothes. Why aren't you willing? Do you want Madam Zhang to send the clothes over personally and see you naked on my bed? Mmh? "
Bo Jiu arched a brow.
Before she could say anything, she lifted him up and placed him on her lap.
He was really helping her wear her clothes. But when his fingers brushed past certain areas, her face was so red it looked like it was going to bleed. Her heart was racing.
The Almighty seemed to like it, his lips curving upwards.
She bit her lips, the corners of her eyes glistening as she watched the man's sculpted side profile.
The Almighty seemed to always be like this. Regardless of the situation, he would never damage his looks. Even his figure was calm and elegant. Even though he was doing such a thing …
The Almighty took about ten minutes to put on a simple T-shirt and long pants.
In the end, Bo Jiu could only bear with it.
He couldn't really let Auntie Zhang in.
In reality, Bo Jiu didn't even need to think to know that she was the only one who could make Young Master Qin serve her personally.
It would be a lie if the cat said that it was not jealous. The princess raised its big face and deeply felt that it had lost its master's love for it.
"What do you want to do with the sheets?" Qin Mo tilted his head and asked the person on his lap. The coldness in his eyes lessened. Surprisingly, it felt good to help a certain someone put on clothes. He could try it every day in the future.
Of course, the prerequisite was that this person was obedient enough.
With this in mind, Qin Mo's gaze deepened.
"Wash it." At this moment, Bo Jiu felt as though she had armor. She could finally roll up her sleeves and face the Almighty head-on. She had to remind him that this was her first time as well.
But the Almighty's shamelessness was right here.
At this moment, he stood up and glanced at her, his voice faint. "Auntie Zhang made your favorite pork ribs. Go down and eat first, I'll wash the sheets."
As the Almighty spoke, he rolled up the sleeves of his shirt twice, revealing his porcelain and beautiful wrist. He was like a walking mannequin hanger. He picked up the bedsheets and strolled into the bathroom.
Bo Jiu hesitated for a moment before following him. She stood at the bathroom door and watched the Almighty's next actions. It was very orderly.
Since young, Bo Jiu had admired people who could do housework well.
Not to mention the Almighty, who was handsome, had a good aura and was good at work.
Qin Mo seemed to have caught sight of a certain someone. His beautiful brows arched.
Actually, it was hard not to see that face. That face was blessed by the heavens and had a strong presence.
Even though the color of her hair had changed, she was much more obedient.
But there were some people who couldn't change their arrogant aura.
Indeed, she didn't seem like a girl.
He couldn't be blamed for not recognizing her.
Of course, that wasn't the case.
Another thing was that she was good at disguising.
Z was the same …
"Aren't you hungry?" Qin Mo's hands were stained with white foam. His black pants were straight as he tilted his head to support the sink. It was a different kind of handsomeness.
Bo Jiu leaned against the sink lazily, a handsome smile on her face. "Let's go down together after Brother Mo is done."
"Come over," Qin Mo instructed.
Bo Jiu arched a brow. "What?"
"Help me light a cigarette, the lighter is in my pocket." Qin Mo used his chin to point to his long pants.
Bo Jiu wasn't afraid of a cigarette.
She took one over.
The man didn't take it, instead, he lowered his lids and bit it with his lips.
Even Bo Jiu had to admit that the Almighty couldn't shift his gaze away, especially when he pressed down on the lighter she had raised. His lashes lowered and the smoke filled the air.
Bo Jiu found this Almighty a rare sight, especially in life.
There was a cigarette dangling from his thin lips, his long and beautiful hands covered in foam. He stood there in his white shirt and black pants, tall and handsome, giving off a manly vibe.
Who would have imagined that Young Master Qin would wash the bedsheets like this?
Bo Jiu clenched her fists tightly, suppressing the urge to lean over and kiss him.
She blushed for a long time, turning one round. When she turned the second round, Qin Mo glanced up.
Qin Mo lifted his lids. She must have washed the bedsheets clean, water dripping from her fingertips.
That was when Bo Jiu realized that a man like the Almighty was worth kidnapping both in bed and out of bed.
She had to be more discreet.
She didn't want to expose her ambition.
Everyone knew Bo Jiu's ambition, to kidnap Qin Mo.
The Almighty was probably the only one who wasn't aware of her ambition.
"What were you thinking when you circled me twice just now?"
The sudden voice made Bo Jiu feel guilty. She avoided the deep eyes that seemed to be able to see through everything. She smiled, revealing her canine teeth. "Washing the bedsheets doesn't seem to fit your image, Brother Mo."
"I grew up in the military and wash the bedsheets myself." Qin Mo's tone was calm, as though he was describing something normal.
Bo Jiu felt that the Almighty's upbringing was really good. It was probably because of his pure red background that the Almighty was able to develop into his current self.
In the past, she had interacted with many powerful descendants, but there weren't many like the Almighty.
The person who shouldn't have to do housework was actually good at housework.
But … He grew up in the military?
The Almighty had really forgotten everything about his childhood, he didn't have any memories at all.
What exactly had happened back then for the Almighty to become like this?
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