"I want some time alone." Fu Jiu struggled to put on an act. "I'll head back to think about how to break it to Mengran since I was the one who confessed, after all."
The moment she finished speaking, the room temperature seemed to dip.
Qin Mo remained silent.
Fu Jiu assumed he had agreed, but just as she was about to turn and leave, Qin Mo reached out, leaning his palms onto the shoe rack to block her path.
He kept his back bent, his head lowering towards her face, the hot air landing onto her ear, sending a numbing sensation through her.
"I said I'm tired today." Qin Mo paused, an indecipherable emotion tainting his tone. "Are you that upset?"
Fu Jiu obviously nodded. "A little."
"Have some alcohol." Qin Mo tugged on the youngster's back. "Brother will accompany you."
Fu Jiu felt that she made the wrong move again.
She never would have expected him to remember he was still her brother.
