"Chatting away so happily?" Qin Mo's voice was always indifferent, but it sounded even more so at night, as if nothing could pique his interest. Still, he was irresistibly tempting.
Fu Jiu heard this god's question and lifted her head. She then realized that this man had already walked right up to her face, standing right next to her bed while holding a physics textbook in his hand. His light brown trousers made him look a bit softer, but that pressure was still overwhelming, and the domineering power of the third generation of a military family emanated from deep within his bones.
How to put it—it was a bit cool and a bit cold.
Most importantly, those eyes didn't look happy at all.
Fu Jiu still held that lollipop in her mouth. She was confused, and she began thinking…
According to her understanding of this god, if he was not happy, then he would attack her verbally.
