The washing didn't take long.
Men who have served in the army generally have good stamina. Moreover, Qin Mo came from the Special Forces. Hence, such things didn't affect him and leave him tired.
He reached out for the towel and wrapped it around her. Half-bending again, he carried her out of the bathtub. She moved a bit, as if she was resisting.
Qin Mo lowered his gaze and kissed the corner of her eye. His voice was still hoarse, but carried a pampering tone that others had never heard before. "We'll stop, I'm taking you to sleep."
Only then did the person in his arms soften, and when she hugged Qin Mo's waist, she did not forget to say, "Mine."
"Mmh, yours." Qin Mo ran a finger across her hair, and after putting the person on the bed, he couldn't help kissing her forehead again. He probably would never find anyone else who was so possessive.
