“…Sister, it’s me.”

A faint cat-like voice came from the darkness, so soft that it seemed as if a feather had scratched through my heart.

Qin and Song?

On this night, he didn't sleep obediently in the room, and ran to her room to do something sneakily?

Bai Mo's eyebrows beat, his hands didn't let go for the time being, and he stretched out his toes to kick off the wall light at the head of the bed.

Click!

The faint yellow and soft light suddenly spread throughout the room, driving away the darkness of the room.

Bai Mo looked down at it—

Qin Song was pressed under her with her hands cut back, and her black hair was soft and messy.

The white pajamas poured out a large spring color due to tearing, revealing the fair and beautiful neck, and the lines were smooth and exquisite as jade-like collarbone.

But there was a cold dagger on it.

A perfect visual collision between softness and sharpness.

Suddenly I felt like... How could I break the S.M·play?

Bai Mo put away the dagger, let go of Qin Song's hands, stood up and retreated to the side, watching Qin Song slowly get up from the bed.

"Why did you run to my room tonight? I thought it was..."

"What do you think sister?" Qin Song rubbed his wrists, raised his face and looked at Bai Mo, blinked, and asked in a very soft voice.

The boy with white ink hair was slightly messy, with white skin and red lips, and his beautiful face was slightly red. The beautiful cat's pupils seemed to flow with a layer of crystal water vapor due to pain.

It looks like he was being ravaged by someone...!

Bai Mo staggered Qin Song's gaze with guilt, coughed lightly, and said two words that ordinary adults deceived children: "Bad people."

It's so perfunctory, sister~

Do you think I didn't hear those three words?

Su, Yao, Rao~

Qin Song Liuli's pupils were cold, and he was in a grievance and a tone: "So sister, did you treat A Song as a bad person just now? His hands hurt so much, and he felt like he was about to break~"

As he said that, the young master stretched out his hands, his fair and delicate wrist bones and a circle of red marks were very conspicuous.

Sweet!

Bai Mo walked over with his fate, found a bottle of safflower oil for him, and rubbed his hands with disgust, saying, "Who told you not to be a good baby at night, and you have to be a thief? I deserve it!"

"Can't sleep—"

Young Master Qin Song's bright thin lips bite out a harmless curve, and his tone was filled with a slight terror of fear, "I can't sleep, I dare not sleep, and when I close my eyes, I think of those scenes, all of which are blood and... corpses."

As soon as the word "corpse" came out, the young master suddenly threw himself into Bai Mo's arms, buried his head on her shoulder, and rubbed it intimately, "Also, I recognize the bed, I'm not used to it."

Qin Song slept in Fu Hansheng's room, right next to Bai Mo. After redistribution, he naturally did not compare to the Fu family's mansion before.

Bai Mo looked at the sky: "..."

This last reason...

Very good, very powerful, it is such a spoiled noble young master’s problem!

It fully reflects the young master's willfulness!

The young master pretended to be wronged and pitiful, "Asong was afraid but not used to it, so he couldn't sleep at all..."

Bai Mo had a blank expression on his face: "Oh, then what do you want?"

Qin Song said hesitantly: "Asong wants to sleep in his sister's room..."

Seeing Bai Mo frowning, he hurriedly explained that his fair and beautiful face turned red, and his anxious and cute look was astonished: "I sleep on the ground. As long as I am with my sister, it doesn't matter if A Song sleeps on the ground."

Finally, Qin Song raised his head and bit his bright lips lightly. His beautiful eyes that seemed to be able to speak were looking straight into Bai Mo's heart—

“…Sister, is that OK?”

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Chapter completed!