Because of this idea, Qin Mo frowned heavily, and his black eyes were as deep as possible to reflect the light in the room.
Seeing that Qin Mo was not speaking, Fu Jiu wanted to take a closer look.
Unexpectedly, as soon as she moved, the man pressed her with one hand under her body with one hand.
He covered her, his fingers clenched her wrist, and his breath was a little hot.
Except for a little bit of light outside, the surroundings were dark, so Qin Mo's eyes looked even brighter and deeper, like a vigilant beast, emitting a dangerous and beautiful luster when hunting.
The two people were close together, so close that Fu Jiu could clearly see the excessive black eyelashes on the man's face.
He just looked at her, his eyes like deep well water, which could fall down by accident.
"Move a little longer, you go out, close your eyes and go to bed now."
His fingers seemed to have used some strength, and his voice was filled with a low warning.
Then, Fu Jiu was pressed on his chest by Qin Mo.
In an instant, the smell of mint tobacco on the man's body all penetrated into her nose, familiar and unfamiliar.
She was half a head shorter than the man, and her eyes fell on his perfect jawline. She could still see the Adam's apple rolling slightly as he spoke.
In this way, the posture that is pressed into a man's arms cannot move casually anymore.
Fortunately, she put a plush toy on the bed, which could slightly distance them...
However, Qin Mo only felt that the person he pressed into his arms was very soft, like tender marshmallows, and even the taste was sweet so that people wanted to use a little more effort to crush the boy... Even if this idea was not right, Qin Mo couldn't control his most intuitive feeling. Fortunately, the boy was peaceful and his head was very obedient, which was different from everyone he had contacted in the past. In addition to being pleasing to the eyes, the boy also smelled very well, so Qin Mo did not reject such postures. Instead, he felt that this was a good way to sleep. Whether it was the touch of his hands or the breath between his nose, it was very helpful to sleep...
The night became thicker and thicker until the early morning. The scene of two equally handsome people sleeping on the bed was very beautiful, especially Fu Jiu's silver hair set against Qin Mo's black hair, and the effect of the collision was very amazing.
If there were videographers here now, they would definitely take pictures of the two of them. Such a scene would definitely attract countless fans if they were placed on TV!
As the sun rose, Fu Jiu slowly opened his eyes, reached out and rubbed his left eye, and the silver hair on his head was raised two or three times. He turned his head and looked at him. The great god was still sleeping. The face that could upside down was precious, elegant, and magical skills of swords and axes.
He just lay there quietly, with his slender hands slightly placed, and placed gracefully on his chest. His long and thick eyelashes formed a shadow, and his whole body exuded the nobleness of not being able to enter the world.
The slightly curled lips seemed to be filled with indescribable mockery of them like them.
The more Fu Jiu looked at it, the more he felt that when God created, he must have pinched the great god as his own son. He reached out and wanted to poke the man's face that confuses the world.
But the next second, a familiar sensation of pain suddenly came from the lower abdomen. As the body woke up, something seemed to flow out of that place.
Chapter completed!