Bo Jiu trembled slightly before they separated.
Her supposed aggressive attack was a totally different flavor when reflected in the rear mirror, especially when the Almighty circled his arms around her waist.
It seemed as though she had pounced into his embrace.
As the youngster glanced over, Qin Mo lifted his lips when he caught sight of the reflection in the rear mirror. "You can be on top for this position since your waist is so soft."
This topic really wasn't her specialty. Bo Jiu inhaled deeply, her gaze clear. "Brother Mo, I really am straight and have always been."
"Nothing is definite in this world." Qin Mo's gaze dimmed. "You don't have to reply to me now."
Bo Jiu looked at him. "But I'm really not suited to be your boyfriend."
"I said you don't have to answer me now." Qin Mo turned, opening the left door for the youngster, his defined and ravishing face slightly blur. "We will talk again after the revival match."
