"Brother Mo, what are you doing?" Fu Jiu narrowed her eyes, but she still smiling and looking as handsome as always.
Qin Mo's voice was neither too cold nor too warm. "Going to sleep, of course."
"But this is my room," Fu Jiu reminded him as she raised her eyebrows.
Qin Mo made a "heh" sound and bent over all of a sudden. His left hand held onto Fu Jiu's bed, and his whole body landed upon her. Even that godlike face was inching in closer. His black hair was like the dark night, adding a sense of wickedness to his majesty. His casually trimmed hair fell over the fair skin of his forehead, creating such an incredibly handsome picture!
He looked at her, and there was an unknown warmth in his eyes. His voice was very low, and as soon as he started speaking, he sounded like fine wine, the tones swirling effortlessly. "Don't you wanna sleep in the same bed with me? Today, your big brother is granting you your wish."
He sounded teasing.
