The Almighty seemed more dangerous than usual.
Just as she was about to say something, he lifted her jaw. At the beginning, she wasn't sure what he was up to. He brushed his finger over her lips, the sensation warm and tickling. That was when she knew the Almighty was wiping her lips.
His familiar scent engulfed her. The scent was thicker than the aromatic incense burning in the room, minty with a hint of tobacco. It was alluring and unavoidable.
"You're such a messy eater." His voice was deep and smooth, with a tinge of laughter, which was rare.
Before she could lift her head, a kiss landed on the corners of her lips. It was slightly cold, yet comfortable on a summer night. It was as though the distance she felt had been an illusion.
Bo Jiu didn't understand. The confusion was clear in her gaze.
Qin Mo pressed her against the wall, the light kiss deepening and intensifying, swallowing her whole. Even his breath was unlike before.
