Although her blood started to surge from the chilly touch, the blood flow around her heart seemed slower than usual.
Fu Jiu tilted her head to the side, avoiding his roaming fingers, but the feeling still lingered on her lips. She used the back of her palms to give it a rub before smiling. "A little, Brother Mo, if I turn gay from your constant seduction, you would have to take responsibility."
Qin Mo's eyes darkened but he kept the stance. "I'll take responsibility, keeping you here would be well suited."
Fu Jiu: Was he serious? Isn't he sacrificing too much just to interrogate her?
"How are you going to make me pay?" Qin Mo arched a brow, signaling for her continue.
She was completely unprepared, rattling anything that came to mind.
Qin Mo saw through her thoughts, his gaze chilling. He moved his left hand, lowering his voice. "A Hug? Kiss? Or… sex?"
