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The Almighty smiled, his breath splashing onto her ear, teasing her.

Bo Jiu tilted her head. "I'm in the crossroad of hot and cold because of your teasing. This isn't good for my body."

Qin Mo stiffened, caught off guard by her response. He planted a kiss on her forehead. "What about now?"

"Hot." Bo Jiu smiled. "Brother Mo, I just ate a piece of candy. Do you want to kiss? It would definitely be sweet."

Qin Mo pulled off a layer of quilt, his beautifully arched brows lifted upwards. "In your dreams, you little ruffian."

"You are a ruffian if we don't even kiss while sleeping on the same bed." Bo Jiu reached out to get fresh air, her face flushed. She still wanted to kick off the quilt.

The moment she moved, Qin Mo pressed down on her legs, his voice low and dim. "Are you trying to get a cold?"

"The quilt is thick." Bo Jiu wanted to hug him without the quilt as obstruction. He was too distant right now.