Fu Jiu was stunned, and she looked at the other man's face, which was very close to her. She curled her lips up into a smile. "It's not too bad, it just hurts a little."
The receptionist standing to the side wondered how exactly was Young Master Qin treating Fu Jiu like his little brother. He clearly took him to be a porcelain doll.
Young Master Qin had played harder than usual earlier, but he had never seen him icing anyone's forehead before…
Qin Mo's long fingers tightened, and he sounded indifferent. "If you flirt again, I will hit harder." He touched the young man's chin as he was speaking. His fingertip pressed on it lightly, "Turn your face, don't look outside the court."
Fu Jiu didn't feel like there was anything strange about what was happening. She lifted her head and let Qin Mo ice her forehead for about a minute.
Xue Yaoyao moved unconsciously while playing games. She completely felt like a third wheel.
