172 Did You Forget About the Bedtime Stories?

"Sleep?" The man looked at her and raised his eyebrows. He pulled those books out from the bookshelf with his long fingers and lifted them up slightly. "Did you forget about these bedtime stories already?"

Fu Jiu paused and froze in place. For real?

"Brother Mo, these novels aren't really good bedtime stories."

"Whether they are good or not is not for you to decide." Qin Mo sounded indifferent. He took out a box of cigarettes out from his suit and pulled a stick out. Holding it between his lips, he tilted his head and lit it as he said, "I'd like to have them as bedtime stories before sleeping today."

Fu Jiu: "…"

Almighty, you won't have friends if you keep acting so willful like this!

"You don't want to?" Qin Mo said in a low voice, "Or do you want to run ten laps outside and breathe in Jiang City's smog?"