That man's voice was completely emotionless. "To ensure you don't have useless chats later on, we will switch accounts."
Fu Jiu smiled lightly, "Brother Mo, will this work? We use different techniques in game."
"As a hacker, don't tell me you can't manage different techniques," Qin Mo laughed even more coldly, and his eyebrows gave off an impression of arrogance and royalty. He handed a towel to Fu Jiu. "Don't put your IQ on the same level as mine. Write down your account info and go clean your paws. Or would you prefer to be washed by me?"
Fu Jiu hadn't thought about showering yet, but she didn't have the spare energy to comfort Baby Feng in the game, so she ran into the bathroom.
This time, she remembered to lock the door, and she even double locked it.
Fu Jiu fully believed that with his thick skin, this god would really take her clothes off if he wanted to, so it was better for her to take the safe route.
