991 Spreading Candies before the Competition

Bo Jiu remained indifferent.

After Feng Yi heard the voice from the other end, his eyebrows started to twitch. Bast*rd! He was fed a mouthful of their lovey-dovey behavior so early in the morning!

This world… Feng Yi hung up decisively.

Bo Jiu listened as the call went off and turned around. "Brother Mo, you seem to have scared him."

Qin Mo arched a brow while he reached for the phone and scanned the screen. Just then, a certain someone pushed him into the blanket.

Qin Mo stiffened and looked up at the smiling face who had pounced on him, her eyes bright.

Her furry hair was a mess with two strands poking out in weird angles like ears. She was starting to look like a cat he reared. All she needed was a wagging tail.

After just one night, a certain someone seemed braver than before.

"What are you doing?" Qin Mo allowed her to press his chest, not a single change of emotion on his aristocratic and handsome face.