Bo Jiu was just about to walk over when Qin Mo reached out and pulled her into his arms. She could smell the faint scent of tobacco and peppermint. He was so refreshed it seemed as though the all-nighter hadn't affected him at all.
"I don't have candy this time but how do you like a human warmer?" Qin Mo asked in his calm voice.
Bo Jiu laughed. "Can you throw in a kiss?"
"In your dreams." Qin Mo wrapped his arms around her. Even though he rejected her, he lowered his lids and planted a light kiss on her head.
Bo Jiu paused, returning his hug with a small smile. Even the air seemed sweeter than before.
The others on the mahjong table didn't question their captain's whereabouts.
Moreover, they assumed the internet was still a mess and thus all of them kept awake from the worry. At around four, Feng Yi called, telling them the turn of events and asking for them to rest.
