"Isn't that better?" Bo Jiu thought.
Just as she was about to stand up her wrists were held down.
"You're not going to see the things I prepared for you?" Qin Mo asked carelessly.
Bo Jiu asked. "What things?"
Games? She had already played Super Mario.
But she realised, cultured people confessed differently from others. The only methods she could learn from her novels were gifting flowers or cars.
The Almighty was of a much higher class. However, as an overbearing CEO, she didn't have to think too much. One of them could be in charge of being romantic and the other would focus on splurging.
It was suitable, he liked everything she gave anyway.
Qin Mo didn't answer her, and just made her wait.
The night deepened. The entire church seemed like a palace that was lit up, as a golden glow streamed out.
Some people say that the hell in the West is not as bloody as people think.
