"Brother Mo, you will have no friends if you always talk like that," Fu Jiu said while she lowered her head to unlock her phone. "Even if I don't remember, I can still search for a tutorial. It's simple making porridge, right?"
Qin Mo saw the youngster revealing a patch of fair skin when he lowered his head. Perhaps it was because his good skin that made it seem like superior white jade that looked lustrous.
Suddenly Qin Mo reached out his hand and held Fu Jiu's nape.
Fu Jiu turned her eyes. "What?"
"Don't expose your back to others casually in the future." Qin Mo's voice was very light.
Fu Jiu chuckled. "Take it easy. I won't do this when I'm fighting. Ain't I making porridge now?"
Qin Mo frowned. Was this guy really open to both men and women? If that was true, why couldn't he tell his concern?
Or he was too young.
Qin Mo smiled, and just stood behind Fu Jiu.
