Chapter 177: Pressed Underneath

Because of this thought, Qin Mo frowned heavily, and his dark eyes were deep as if he could 'shoot' the light in this room. For more up-to-date chapters, visit: ШЩЩ.(7)(9)XS.сОМ.

Fu Jiu saw that Qin Mo didn't speak, so he wanted to take a closer look.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she moved, she was pressed under her body by a man with one hand.

He was over her, his fingers clutching her wrists, his breath burning a little.

Except for a little faint light outside, the bedroom was dark all around, which was why Qin Mo's eyes were even brighter and deeper, like vigilant beasts, exuding a dangerous and beautiful luster when hunting.

The two of them were so close that Fu Jiu could clearly see the long and excessively black 'colored' eyelashes on the man's face.

He just looked at her like that, his eyes were like deep well water, and he could 'tempt' people to fall if he wasn't careful.

"Move a little more, and you'll go out, now close your eyes and sleep. ”

His fingers seemed to exert a bit of force, and even his voice was full of muffled warnings

Then, Fu Jiu was pressed by Qin Mo to the position of his 'chest'.

In an instant, the smell of mint tobacco on the man's body seeped into her nasal cavity, familiar and unfamiliar.

She was more than half a head shorter than the man, and her eyes fell just on his perfectly curved jawline, and her Adam's apple rolled slightly as he spoke.

In such a posture of being pressed into a man's arms, he really can't move casually anymore.

Fortunately, she put a 'stuffed' toy on the 'bed', which could slightly separate the distance between the two of them......

But Qin Mo only felt that the person who was pressed in his arms was very soft, just like a tender cotton 'flower' sugar, and even the taste was so sweet that people wanted to use a little more strength to crush the young man...... Even if this idea is not quite right, Qin Mo can't control his most intuitive feeling, fortunately, the young man is safe, and the head in front of his 'chest' is also very well-behaved, unlike everyone he has been in contact with in the past, the young man smells good in addition to pleasing to the eye, so Qin Mo does not reject such a posture, but feels that this is a good way to sleep, whether it is the touch of his hands or the breath between his noses, it is very helpful to sleep......

The night 'color' became thicker and thicker, until the early hours of the morning, two equally handsome people, sleeping on the 'bed' The picture was very beautiful, especially Fu Jiu's silver hair lined with Qin Mo's black hair, and the effect of the collision was very amazing.

If there were a cameraman here now, they would definitely take pictures of the two of them, and such a scene would definitely attract countless fans on TV!

As the sun rose, Fu Jiu slowly opened his eyes, stretched out his hand to 'rub' his left eye, the silver hair on his head was still two or three strands, and he glanced at the side, the great god was still sleeping, the face that could turn all beings upside down, noble, elegant, and magical.

He just lay there quietly, his slender hands slightly together, elegantly stacked in front of his 'chest', his long and thick eyelashes 'hair' fell down to form a dark shadow, and his whole body exuded the nobility of the living.

The slightly hooked corners of the 'lips' seemed to be full of indescribable mockery of their scum.

The more Fu Jiu looked at it, the more he felt that when God was creating, he must have pinched the great god as his own son, and when he stretched out his hand, he wanted to poke the man's face that was 'confused' and 'confused' by the world.

It's just that in the next second, the familiar feeling of stuffiness suddenly came from the lower abdomen, and with the awakening of the body, something seemed to flow out of that place all at once.

Fu Jiu's whole body froze for half a minute, then quickly got up and walked into the bathroom quickly......