896 Who Is the One Being Suppressed? (1/2)

They were thoroughly soaked.

Bo Jiu could distinctly feel the droplet which trailed down the Almighty's dark strands on to her collar bone. The high temperature made it seem as though she was burnt.

She could still hear the heavy breathing and because he was suppressing himself, it seemed all the more alluring.

In the end, he still let her off.

Qin Mo held her in his embrace, carrying her into the bathroom.

He turned on the shower and the icy cold water splashing onto her head.

Bo Jiu was shocked back to her senses when the droplets splashed onto her. Her silver hair was in a mess. She sneezed, her eyes fixed on Qin Mo and gradually, her lips lifted into a sudden smile which was both sly and mischievous.

The Almighty was hardly ever in such a disheveled state.

Qin Mo arched a brow, pressing her back into his arms. ”Are you itching for a punishment?”

”No, Brother Mo, it's cold. I'll share the shower with you, alright?” Bo Jiu replied, but the glee in her eyes was apparent.

Once again, Qin Mo was starting to doubt his own taste. He couldn't seem to understand what he adored about her other than her appearance. Even then, he still found the youngster, who was laughing stealthily, adorable and couldn't help his desire to bully her.

And that was what he did. ”That doesn't sound bad, we can share the shower together and don't worry, I'll heat you up so you won't catch a cold.”

Qin Mo had always been a man of his word. Therefore, his left hand went straight to her back. Bo Jiu felt a shiver running through her while the desire to escape was rising.

In the end, they seemed to have stayed in the bathroom for a long while.

Bo Jiu was teased into obedience. Her handsome face was burning and she shook her flushed ears. She cursed, that single word holding a whole world of meaning.

Since her clothes were soaked, she wrapped herself with a large towel.

She glanced at the Almighty. Since he had removed his clothes previously, he could still wear them. He stood upright in his battle gear, looking elegant and aristocratic.

Most importantly, he seemed more energized.

Who exactly was the one being suppressed?