Due to her background, she would always be guarded when she woke up.
She felt a split pain pierce through her. Trying to clear her mind, she shook her head violently.
But before she could do anything, a cooling hand plastered onto her head, massaging her lightly. His voice was hoarse from guarding her the entire night. "Does your head hurt?"
Someone had once told her, if Young Master Qin could act tenderly, just his voice would be enough to capture one's heart.
Bo Jiu faltered slightly under his seductive voice, her conscience gradually sinking back to her. When she finally realized where she was, she loosened up. "Brother Mo?"
"It's me." Qin Mo looked down, planting a kiss on her head. "Do you feel unwell?"
Bo Jiu reached out and pointed to her head, her exquisite features squeezed together in displeasure. In that instant, she looked very much like a naughty child vying for attention.
