Qin Mo refused it inwardly.
At least at first he did.
But when he thought about the fact that the other person was in his youthful rebellion period, well, then he stood on the skateboard.
"Both feet on it." Fu Jiu looked back at Qin Mo.
Qin Mo took a glance at the youth's handsome face, very delicate, and lifted his finger to flick Fu Jiu in the forehead. "I know. Turn around, and look ahead. If you don't skateboard well, we'll be dead together in the skateboard crash."
"How could that happen? Trust this old driver's skill and I'll take you to fly." Fu Jiu smiled for a while, then posed with sliding forward, but she saw the person behind her stand still for a long time, and couldn't help asking, "Brother Mo? "
Qin Mo said "hum", and his eyes deepend. Finally, he put his hands on the youth's shoulders. The fresh sweet scent of the breath became stronger. It was such a good smell, with a hint of coolness.
