"But this isn't a suitable location." Qin Mo pressed his forehead against the back of her head as he pushed through the last struggle. The beads of sweat from his forehead trickled down to his jaw and when they reached his neck, it showed an alarming heat and self-restraint. "There should at least be a bed so you'll feel more comfortable even though you're much safer here with your claws clipped. But I still can't bear for you to go through such pain."
With these words, Qin Mo stood up and unlocked the car door while the arousal turned Bo Jiu's eyes red.
Before she could process the situation, she felt herself being lifted into an embrace.
Qin Mo placed his outerwear over her long legs.
The curves beneath the white shirt were a healthy sort of beauty.
Rain droplets were falling onto his hair, but had no impact on his elegance.
