Qin Mo saw this and deepened his eyes.
He walked over, took his hand out of the pocket and snatched Fu Jiu's cigarette and put it in between his thin lips.
Fu Jiu looked up and smiled. "Look how obedient I am. I waited as you asked me to."
"Because you don't have a ride home." Qin Mo held his keys and said sullenly, "You'll be the one driving, but first, put the mask on."
Qin Mo had made this request only because that face made him want to destroy something.
Fu Jiu withdrew her fingers and laughed. "Nope, I'm still not an adult."
"Not an adult, but capable of climbing walls but not drive?" Qin Mo lifted his eyebrows.
Fu Jiu sighed. "Brother Mo, you can't keep stabbing at this sore spot just because you made a mistake kissing me. I warned you that it was me, but you didn't listen and immediately kissed me!"
Fu Jiu had thought about it.
Almighty was straight, so there was no way he could accept kissing a man.