Qin Mo's eyes were still dark and lethargic, as if he wasn't completely awake yet.
Fu Jiu knew that there were some people whose eyes could be open, but their minds were still asleep.
Normally these kinds of people were not only brilliant but also extremely vigilant.
Fu Jiu's first reaction was that she absolutely couldn't expose her identity as a female.
Without thinking much, she bent her knees, lessening the deadly intimacy of their positions.
She rejoiced over the fact that she had stuffed a mass of paper in her pants, so it looked like there was a bulge. But there were still some differences between paper and a man's lower part, so she wondered whether or not Qin Mo was completely aware.
Fu Jiu's movements made Qin Mo's eyes clear up.
Along with sun, the lower part of his body rose up by a lot as well, and it pressed directly against Fu Jiu's knee. It was obviously hot.
