Fu Jiu pulled the sweater away from her eyes, keeping her mouth shut.
After all, it was safer for her to be dressed as a male.
Having bound her chest, she wasn't that worried.
But if she had to to sleep with the Almighty, she needed to find another layer of protection.
Hence, Fu Jiu kept her undershirt on.
The Almighty's clothes were way too big for her.
In particular his sweater, she had to roll up the sleeves three times.
Qin Mo turned with a wine glass in his hands, taking in the youngster's current state; she lifted her dragging pants, the face beneath the short silver hair looking slightly moody, looking like a young child who had stolen his parent's clothes.
Fu Jiu lifted her lids, when she realised the Almighty had no intention on helping her, she pouted. "The clothes are too big, they don't suit me."
"Do you finally know how short you are?" Qin Mo downed a sip of wine, his voice calm. "Ceiling-climber scholar."
