Household Chores

Qin Mo suppressed his thoughts as he pulled her into his arms.

Bo Jiu paused. His unique aroma was drowning her senses. There was a hint of tobacco and alcohol, which couldn't seem to blend together, giving rise to a fragrance which lowered her defences.

The Almighty reached his hand out, a numbing sensation spreading through her back, causing her to shy away.

He pressed onto her, his voice faint. "Don't you want your clothes?"

Ever since the Almighty had entered, she had noticed the items in his hands, hence, she reached out.

Qin Mo shifted his arm, his eyes darkening. "Stay still."

What did that mean?

Bo Jiu raised a brow.

A slender pair of hands pulled out a piece of white cloth.

That!

Bo Jiu felt a blush creep up her face because she knew what he was going to do. Hence, she removed the jacket and turned around while his voice was coming nearer. "Do you know this is going to stop your growth?"