I'm screwed.
This was the only thought left in Fu Jiu's mind.
The time seemed to have frozen for the two of them in the moment Qin Mo that took his phone.
After an awkward pause of half a second, Qin Mo looked over at the young man in the bed.
The young man was looking at him as well, and because of his overly pretty face, the more Qin Mo looked at him… the more he wanted to punish him.
"The one on top? You?"
Qin Mo lifted his eyebrows halfway and hooked his thin lips up into a smile. He remained standing at the bedside as he put his left hand down and laid it on the bed sheet.
Fu Jiu acutely felt the bed sink slightly from the Almighty's action of pressing down.
Qin Mo bent over halfway and positioned his knees against the mattress. His legs looked ridiculously beautiful this way.
