The youngster's first reaction was to retreat since any other option would lead her deeper into the Almighty's trap.
Bo Jiu had always been agile. Thus her long legs stepped onto the chair skillfully and backed away from an obstruction before she glided towards the door. Her movements were suave.
Qin Mo lowered his lids. As he wasn't in a rush, he sipped his water leisurely before placing the bottle of mineral water aside. He glanced up, watching her back view with a gleam in his eyes.
When Bo Jiu reached the door knob, her lips twitched. When had the Almighty locked the door? When they came in?
She turned back at him.
Qin Mo stood behind her, tall and upright with an arched brow. "Are you stripping by yourself or should I help you with it?"
