Sweet, Sweet, Sweet

His Young Master's intimate behavior caught Deputy Zhang off guard.

He glanced at the rear mirror subconsciously.

The Almighty always has the same pleasant smell.

It was as clear as the glacier on Kunlun Mountain, but with a summery hint of pines and cypress; it lowered one's guard.

But Bo Jiu didn't really fall asleep as with the Almighty's palms on her abdomen, it wasn't possible for her to fall asleep.

She had to be on high alert during this sensitive period, but the mild pressure he exerted was still soothing, dulling the pain to a large extent.

When Qin Mo tilted his gaze over, he could clearly see the faint shadows beneath the youngster's lowered lashes.

"There isn't where the stomach is. What sickness is it?"

It was a faint question that struck the crux.

Bo Jiu replied calmly, "My intestines hurt, it happens when I catch a cold."

"What?" Qin Mo asked leisurely.