She was so caught up with him, she had completely neglected herself. Qin Mo didn't like her behavior and was even more against the way she was affecting his emotions.
Bo Jiu looked at him and seemed to have suddenly realized the reasons for his actions. She reached out and hugged his waist, her smile faint. "Brother Mo, you care about me!"
Qin Mo stilled. Since he couldn't turn, he smirked dismissively. "Heh." He pinched a strain of hair between his fingers. "Aren't you my sugar daddy? If I don't show concern, who's going to give me my pocket money?"
"You are rather familiar with your position." Bo Jiu coughed but the smile was bright on her face.
Qin Mo frowned. "What's wrong with your body?" A fever wouldn't be this bad.
"Asthma." Bo Jiu was indeed having difficulties breathing.
