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Bo Jiu felt slightly guilty from his gaze.

Qin Mo felt a growing thirst. He raised his arm but couldn't seem to garner much strength. He glanced over at the youngster, placing his phone down, his voice carrying a hint of hoarseness. "What did you put in the coke?"

He didn't mince his words. Bo Jiu turned and smiled, replying mischievously, "It won't affect your health."

"Heh." Qin Mo scoffed, his palms heating up. "Ingrate."

Bo Jiu felt a wave of guilt wash through her. "Brother Mo, you can take your clothes off if you're hot."

Qin Mo pushed her aside, taking large strides to the bathroom. He walked under the shower and drowned himself in cold water, his dark hair plastering to his face. His white shirt was half open, his defined collarbone visible. His damp shirt clung onto his body like a second skin, showing his alluring curves.

Bo Jiu was treated to such a sight before the showers were turned off.