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It was probably too deeply rooted into her.

The next day when she woke up, she turned towards Qin Mo to ask, "Brother Mo, did you say something last night?"

"Said something?" Qin Mo stood beside the bed, buttoning his shirt leisurely. His fingers were stiffening slightly because of her words. "What should I have said?"

Bo Jiu watched his lazy expression and frowned at his reply. Had she perhaps dreamt about it?

"You are the one that is by my side now."

Qin Mo laughed. "As if I would say something like that."

"Indeed, it doesn't seem like something you would say." After all, the Almighty was sharp tongued and wasn't the least bit skilled in saying words of affections. Bo Jiu stood up barefooted, convinced she had been confused.

But before her feet touched the ground, he held onto her collar from the back, tugging her back onto the bed.