Qin Mo thought that the youngster would say more, but then again, he had never been one of many words.
But… Qin Mo glanced at the youngster, who had one arm positioned right next to him. He reached out an arm to tap his solemn looking face, his tone nonchalant. "With your stance, are you forcing me to receive treatment or forcing me to sleep with you?"
There were always coincidences because, at that moment, Aunt Zhang carried Princess, who had ran downstairs, back to Almighty Qin's room. She couldn't believe her eyes when she caught sight of them.
Princess, the fatty, mewed in her embrace, seemingly trying to say, "Weird human with the strange scent, let go of my owner!"
Bo Jiu turned towards the noise, taking in Aunt Zhang's expression.
There wasn't anything that could be said; her current stance was clear, she was forcing herself on Almighty Qin.
With the Almighty's words and her dark history, there was no point in clarifying.
