Fu Jiu: "…"
She only wanted to know when Almighty Qin would get over this whole "kissing a guy" thing and stop mentioning her embarrassing history!
Fu Jiu didn't know what Qin Mo was thinking.
It was remained really foggy outside.
Qin Mo could still feel that remnant soft and warm touch on his hands as he turned the steering wheel.
This made him unable to concentrate.
He wanted so badly to press that guy under his body and ruthlessly…
Qin Mo tightened his grip and even the speed at which the car was going was affected.
No girl would let a guy touch her breasts that easily.
He just couldn't figure out why he would even have feelings towards a boy.
He suddenly realized that he was already addicted to that touch his hand had felt.
Warmth and softness…
Which passed through that layer of cloth to his hand was like some sort of seduction.
Qin Mo's Adam's apple moved indiscernibly.
