While Bo Jiu was starting to feel upset, Qin Mo continued to stand there, watching. He leaned against the bed frame, both eyes a dark shade of amber from the room lights. He was clearly waiting for her.
Bo Jiu gave up. She rolled up her sleeves and walked towards the blanket. "Reporting, I want to know how you found out." Her disguising skills were exemplary and weren't that easily found out.
Qin Mo swept her a glance, a vague smile on his face. "You aren't the only soldier I have."
The translation was that others had tried something similar before.
"Yours was done rather exquisitely. At least you didn't use water bottles or items that can be seen easily." Qin Mo tilted his head to light a cigarette while looking.
Bo Jiu didn't see it as a compliment. Besides, she had been exposed. She had never been this embarrassed.
She was made to fold in front of him.
