Chapter 177

Because of this thought, Qin Mo frowned heavily, his dark eyes seemed to be able 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, the man pressed her down with one hand.

He covered her body, holding her wrist with his fingers, and his breath was a little hot.

Except for a little bit of faint light outside, the bedroom was completely dark, so Qin Mo's eyes became more icy and deep, 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 into if he was not careful.

"One more move and you're out, now close your eyes and go to sleep."

His fingers seemed to have exerted some strength, and even his voice was full of low-pitched warnings.

Then, Qin Mo pressed Fu Jiu on his chest.

In an instant, the smell of mint and tobacco on the man's body all seeped into her nasal cavity, which was both familiar and unfamiliar.

She was half a head shorter than the man, her eyes just happened to fall on his perfectly lined jawline, and she could still see the slight rolling of his Adam's apple when he spoke.

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

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

But Qin Mo only felt that the person he held in his arms was very soft, like tender cotton candy, and even the taste was so sweet that people wanted to use a little more effort to crush the boy... Even if it was This kind of thinking is not right, but Qin Mo can't control his most intuitive feeling. Fortunately, the boy is safe, and the hair on his chest is also very obedient, which is different from everyone he has been in contact with before. Not only is it pleasing to the eye, but it also smells good, so Qin Mo doesn't reject this posture, but thinks it's a good way to sleep, whether it's the touch of the hands or the breath in the nose, it helps 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 when Fu Jiu's silver hair contrasted with Qin Mo's black hair, the collision effect was amazing.

If there were a cameraman here now, they would definitely take pictures of the two of them. Such a scene would definitely attract countless fans if it was shown 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, she turned her head and glanced to the side, the Great God was still sleeping, then Zhang can turn the faces of all living beings upside down. He is expensive, elegant and skillful.

He just lay there quietly, with his slender hands slightly clasped, elegantly stacked on his chest, his long and thick eyelashes fell down to form a shadow, and his whole body exuded an air of nobility that should not be entered by strangers.

The slightly hooked lips seemed to be full of indescribable mockery of scumbags like them.

Fu Jiuyue felt more and more that when God was creating things, he must have treated the Great God as his own son, and stretched out his hand to poke the man's face that confuses the world.

Just the next second, the familiar dull pain suddenly spread from the lower abdomen, and as the body woke up, something seemed to flow out of that place.

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