Since you are weak. This sentence echoed in his mind three times. He watched the little tiger head that peaked out. Although he wanted to pull her over and toss her out, she was still counting her mistakes with her little finger, coughing from time to time.
Qin Mo resisted the urge. All he could say was a cold sentence, "Little Bo Jiu, are you an idiot?"
The manly little Bo Jiu was confused, she didn't understand why he considered her to be an idiot.
Qin Mo glanced sideways, looking precious in his small pajamas. "What are you feeling regretful about? Can you kiss me casually if you don't have a cold? Why are you always dreaming? I told you yesterday to stay one meter away from me."
"Are you making me stay so far to stop me from kissing you?" Bo Jiu suddenly realized something and her eyes widened.
Qin Mo arched his brows. "What else could the reason be?"
