But that did justice to her impeccable disguising ability. He was probably the only person in this world who knew. There indeed were times Z acted like a child.
Qin Mo lifted his lips into an enigmatic smile.
Unaware of his thoughts, Bo Jiu walked over towards the bed.
Qin Mo reached out an arm, pulling her over before his fingers caressed the red patch. "What happened?"
"I was bitten by a mosquito," Bo Jiu replied, reaching out to scratch the itch.
Qin Mo blocked her hands. He reached for a small bottle of medication at the side of the bed.
Bo Jiu had never seen the medication before: There was an aromatic scent, which seemed more like western medicine.
Qin Mo poured a little on his fingers before dabbing it onto her face.
Bo Jiu watched his long lashes as the cooling sensation from the medication spread across her face. He massaged her face tenderly, soothing the itch.
