On the screens, two players pounced out from the city, slitting in Qin Mo's direction.
Bo Jiu never expected their speed to be this high.
She inched over, planning to plant a kiss on the Almighty's cheeks in order to divert his attention.
As Qin Mo had already finished them off, he turned over, sensing the youngster's approach.
At that moment, they both stilled.
Qin Mo's sudden action was timely, Bo Jiu's kiss landed not on Qin Mo's cheeks but rather his beautifully shaped lips.
They were really close.
Both sitting on their chairs while their lips were pressing against another.
Bo Jiu's dark pupils wavered.
Qin Mo's lips were soft and cold, carrying a familiar peppermint ashy aroma that moved her heart.
