But Bo Jiu also knew it was a light punishment. She sat in silence for a while more. When she decided it had been enough time, she asked gingerly, "Brother Mo, I think you would be in a better mood when you see my face since I have such a dashing appearance, it would help to purify the air."
"You aren't needed to purify the air," he replied slowly as his fingers were touching her lips, the thin fabric of the jacket between them. "You better keep quiet, I don't wish to see your face or hear your voice. Understand?"
She understood; there were times he could act like a proud little lady. Bo Jiu nodded, keeping the thought to herself. She knew he wasn't willing to mend their differences anymore.
The driver peaked at the rear mirror several times. Boss Qin could just chase Bo Jiu away if he didn't wish to see him, why did he have to cover him with a jacket and kiss his forehead?
