He kissed the person before him as if no one was around him.
When the unexpected breath carrying snow-like coldness imprinted itself on Fu Jiu's lips, her mind went blank.
It had the faint aroma of tobacco, and it did not give her any chance to resist.
It should be said that never imagined it possible that Qin Mo would really kiss her.
Because according to previous years, he should have left.
Yet, at that moment, everyone was stunned.
It was hard to describe everyone's expression.
Fu Jiu wanted to resist him with her usual fighting skills, but the man was faster than her. He pressed against her wrist and held the back of her head with his other hand.
The tall and upright figure just leaned forward, which strengthened the strength of the kiss.
Even Qin Mo himself wasn't sure of what he was doing. However, all he wanted was to simply teach somebody a lesson.
