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Bo Jiu suddenly smiled, her silver hair moving with the wind, lazy and unruly. Originally, she wanted to walk over, hug him and begin taking advantage of him. After all, the Almighty said that he is hers if she managed to find him.

Unexpectedly, she was pulled into his arms before making a move. Between her breaths, she could smell a fusion of the fruity smell from the trees and menthol tobacco from his body.

Bo Jiu has always been shameless. After being hugged, she wrapped her arms around his waist. "I was worried it would be too late, and hadn't expected it to be dark…"

"It doesn't matter if it gets dark." Qin Mo lowered his eyes. "I can still wait for a long time."

Bo Jiu looked at him. "So, you are mine?"

"I have always been yours." Qin Mo lowered his voice, emotions brewing in his eyes.