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As Qin Mo didn't receive a reply, he cracked open his eyes and caught sight of her sullen expression. "What's wrong? You don't want to be a little kid from my house?" Qin Mo asked, he reached out to touch her head, trying to check if the bandage was still there.

Bo Jiu seemed to have forgotten about it. She would have to remove it later before leaving. "It's a bit depressing to be called a little kid at this age."

"Isn't the main point of my sentence 'my house'?" With that, Qin Mo shut his eyes once more. "Let's sleep a while more."

My house? Bo Jiu resisted the urge to kiss the Almighty. She listened to the steady beating of his heart and replied, "Sleep."

With that, he entered another round of deep slumber. Qin Mo needed the rest.