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The temperature continued to rise. All Bo Jiu could hear was probably the suppressed pants and her own heartbeat. There was confusion in her clear eyes.

She placed a hand on Qin Mo's waist. Her lips were slightly bitten, being a faint hint of red and like a flower in daybreak with dew on its petals.

The tingling sensation probably hadn't faded because there was confusion in her eyes when she glanced up, seemingly wondering why he had stopped.

Looking at her, Qin Mo's eyes sank. After taking a deep breath, he covered her with his coat and kissed her again.

But this time, it was just a kiss. Even if they had already reached a certain stage, Young Master Qin still hadn't forgotten they weren't in the right place. Even though the elevator was private, it was…

Qin Mo glanced up, his gaze chilling when he looked towards the left corner. That threatening gaze seemed to pierce through the screens.