As he lowered his head to speak, all his hot breath was exhaled into Fu Jiu's ears.
Adjusting her posture, Fu Jiu looked up at the deep eyes of the man in front of her as she heard him say his concluding sentence: " We are not going out today." After that, the man hung up on his phone. As his lashes came down, they cast a thick shadow on his cheeks, highlighting his extraordinary and handsome profile.
Fu Jiu turned her head to avoid seeing this scene.
Qin Mo looked at the cheek of the young man and said succinctly, "Rewrite it."
It was really stressful to have such a teacher.
Fu Jiu moved the pen in her hand quickly, feeling like a struggling cockroach.
The presence of this god was so strong that no one could even contend with him.
But there was one really good thing.
