Big Brother Bullying Little Brother?

"Want to run?"

As Qin Mo bent over with his eyebrows raised, there was no way for Fu Jiu to run.

The smell of alcohol exuded from him as he moved, mixing with the thick scent of sandalwood.

Fu Jiu knew that she was doomed this time. She must have gone nuts to flirt with the Almighty after he drank.

The Almighty was nowhere near as rational as he normally was.

He freed one hand to press down the young man's shoulder, wanting to educate him. However, after seeing the youth's face underneath him, his whole brain was drained empty.

The only thing left was that sense of warmth buried deep down in his memory.

With such a soft-to-the-touch texture.

How would it feel to put his lips down?

Or maybe he just want to see him run while scared out of his wits.

The destructive nature in his personality became more obvious the moment he touched the sweater. His eyes were as dark as the deep nights.