A Kiss Would Work

When had she touched him?

Couldn't she test his temperature with the blanket as a barrier?

Her thoughts were clear through her gaze, but Qin Mo ignored her. "I'm hungry."

The Almighty wanted the porridge.

Her puppy was the only person she had ever fed.

Even though he felt oppressive as an adult, he was still ravishing.

Bo Jiu held the spoon, blowing it a few times before pushing it to him.

Those that weren't aware probably thought his hands were injured even though it was actually just a fever.

The youngster attended to him with a face of seriousness as though he was on an important mission.

Qin Mo lowered his lids as he ate the porridge, looking like a fragile and vulnerable beauty.

Bo Jiu thought that she must never let anyone see him like this as he was too alluring.

Qin Mo noticed her wavering gaze and spoke in a calm tone, "What mischievous thoughts are you thinking of?"