They were thoroughly soaked.
Bo Jiu could distinctly feel the droplet which trailed down the Almighty's dark strands on to her collar bone. The high temperature made it seem as though she was burnt.
She could still hear the heavy breathing and because he was suppressing himself, it seemed all the more alluring.
In the end, he still let her off.
Qin Mo held her in his embrace, carrying her into the bathroom.
He turned on the shower and the icy cold water splashing onto her head.
Bo Jiu was shocked back to her senses when the droplets splashed onto her. Her silver hair was in a mess. She sneezed, her eyes fixed on Qin Mo and gradually, her lips lifted into a sudden smile which was both sly and mischievous.
The Almighty was hardly ever in such a disheveled state.
Qin Mo arched a brow, pressing her back into his arms. "Are you itching for a punishment?"
