You didn't just meet me, you slept with me. Don't you know?
With her personality, she would have told him that if not for the current situation.
As Bo Jiu was worried she would say too much about their childhood, she turned and pretended to adjust her sleeves. Her silver hair fell across her face, hiding her expression. "No."
"What?" Qin Mo glanced over at her, tugging on her fringe with a slight smile. "Why does the word 'no' seem so moody? You must have wanted us to have met."
Bo Jiu wasn't sure how to respond as she dared him to remember her internally. But yet, she was worried she would become exposed if he recalled their past.
It was a conflicting situation.
"Heh, why do you seem gloomier than before?" Qin Mo watched as she forced a lip upwards. He reached out his hand and ruffled her furry hair.
Bo Jiu glanced up. "Baby, stop talking."
Qin Mo: … Ba… by?
