Chapter 178

Because of this thought, Qin Mo frowned heavily, and his dark eyes seemed to reflect the light in the room.

Seeing that Qin Mo didn't speak, Fu Jiu wanted to take a closer look.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she moved, she was pressed down by the man with one hand.

He draped over her, his fingers clasped at her wrist, his breath a little hot.

Except for the faint light outside, the bedroom was dark all around, so Qin Mo's eyes were brighter and deeper, like a vigilant beast, exuding a dangerous and beautiful luster when hunting.

The two were so close that Fu Jiu could clearly see the excessively long black eyelashes on the man's face.

He just looked at her like that, his eyes were like deep well water, which could be tempting to fall down accidentally.

"Move again and you'll go out, now close your eyes and go to sleep."

His fingers seemed to use strength, and even his voice was full of low warning.

Then, Fu Jiu was pressed against the chest by Qin Mo.

In an instant, the smell of menthol and tobacco on the man penetrated into her nostrils, both familiar and unfamiliar.

She was more than half a head shorter than the man, her eyes just fell on his perfect jawline, and she could see his Adam's apple rolling slightly when he spoke.

Being held in the man's arms like this, he really couldn't move around casually.

Fortunately, she put a stuffed toy on the bed, which can separate the two of them a little...

But Qin Mo only felt that the person he was holding in his arms was very soft, like tender marshmallows, and even the taste was so sweet that people wanted to use a little more strength to crush the boy... This kind of thinking is not right, but Qin Mo can't control his most intuitive feeling. Fortunately, the boy is safe, and the head stuck on his chest is also very obedient. It is different from everyone he has come into contact with in the past. Except for the boy In addition to being pleasing to the eye, it also smells good, so Qin Mo does not reject this posture, but thinks it is a good way to sleep, whether it is the touch on the hand or the breath in the nose, it helps to sleep...

The night was getting darker and darker. Until the early morning, the picture of two equally handsome people sleeping on the bed was very beautiful, especially Fu Jiu's silver hair against Qin Mo's black hair, the effect of the collision was very amazing.

If there is a cameraman here now, they will definitely film the two of them. Such a scene will definitely attract countless fans on TV!

As the sun rose, Fu Jiu slowly opened her eyes, stretched out her hand and rubbed her left eye, the silver hair on her head was curled up two or three times. Zhang can turn the faces of all living beings upside down.

He just lay there quietly, with his slender hands slightly folded and folded elegantly on his chest, his long and thick eyelashes fell down to form a shadow, and his whole body exuded the extravagance that no strangers should enter.

The corners of the slightly curled lips seemed to be full of indescribable mockery of their scumbags.

The more Fu Jiu looked, the more she felt that when God was creating things, he must have treated the great God as his own son.

Just the next second, the familiar feeling of dull pain suddenly passed from the lower abdomen, and along with the awakening of the body, something seemed to flow out of that place.

Fu Jiu froze for half a minute, then quickly got up and walked quickly into the bathroom...