866 Not Interested in an Explanation

Qin Mo lowered his body, his black hair slightly moist from the rain before. His fingers landed on the safety belt.

Bo Jiu didn't think he would be so kind as to let her off, but even with her defense up, Bo Jiu was caught off guard. After her safety belt was released, his long slender fingers lingered, traveling up her waist to land on her chest.

Bo Jiu lifted her arm, arching a brow. "Brother Mo, what are you trying to do?"

Bo Jiu watched as his calm gaze flitted across her collar, a faint smile on his lips. "I guess you made me grab the real deal last time? Aren't you going to hold my hand to stop it this time?"

Dark history.

Every memory since she had met the Almighty seemed to become a dark history.