Hugging After the Kiss

Qin Mo was one step ahead, reaching out to press the girl's head deep into his chest so that her entire face was buried in his embrace.

That embrace was slightly overbearing. He directed a sharp glance over, his gaze chilly. "What is it? Are you guys here to disrupt my date?"

Who would dare!

Lin Feng wished he hadn't come, with upturned lips. "Captain, carry on, carry on, just ignore us."

Fu Jiu's nose pressed tightly onto his chest. Beneath his windbreaker, he wore a white cotton shirt, which radiated his warmth. She had imagined his body to be on the colder side, which wouldn't be nice to hug.

After two encounters, Fu Jiu thought otherwise. The Almighty's perfect body temperature and aromatic tobacco scent was perfect for nurturing at home.

Her lips curved upwards unknowingly; she knew the series of actions was to help her.

She rubbed her head forward as a sign of gratitude.