Qin Mo lowered his eyes, and his eyelashes quietly brushed his cheeks. His beautiful profile was breathtaking, and while Fu Jiu had her head tilted back, they formed quite a picture.
However, Fu Jiu could feel the Almighty getting closer to her, and his scent even seemed to be becoming more and more vivid for her.
And their breaths seemed to be entangled with each other.
Was she in some sort of illusion?
Fu Jiu tilted her head and asked in confusion, "Brother Mo?"
And just like that, her question quite brutally interrupted the subtle ripples of affection between the two of them.
It was as if Fu Jiu had pressed the pause button on Qin Mo, making him stop his actions.
Their lips were only an inch away.
When he felt her breath gently hitting his face, he finally returned to his senses, but his eyes still seemed dazed.
What is it?
Have I gone insane?
I must have!