Chapter 1041: I’m That Person
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
The young Almighty appeared on the screen.
Back then, when they had exchanged hands in the Fifth Avenue, she hadn’t seen his appearance that clearly. Hence, her memory of the young him only consisted of his tiny independent and aloof self. She could still remember the perfect curve of his jaw when the light rays had splashed onto his face as he had held onto her hand.
Now she could see a more recent version of the Almighty.
Bo Jiu’s attention wasn’t on his handsome celestial-like face. Instead it was on his words. “Because there is someone from my childhood that loves gaming.”
“Which means you started gaming for that person?”
“Yes.”
He had stared straight into the camera lens when he had replied. The young Almighty was looking very similar to what he had looked as a child. His thin lips were clean, his nose bridge sharp and defined, and his eyes were so dark they seemed to glow.
Bo Jiu swallowed.
He hadn’t gamed much when they had been young and had spent most of his time accompanying her.
She had been filled with joy when she had brought her little laptop over to show him the simple game she had created.
Thereafter, when he had cleaned her hands, he had told her he could play with her but she couldn’t play with others since she would end up dirtying herself and him.
As that hadn’t been a difficult condition, she had plugged in her little laptop to create a game for them to play every afternoon.
She remembered him asking, “Do you like it?”
“Mmh, mmh.” She had gasped in joy while staring at his pretty face.
Unexpectedly, the Almighty had misunderstood it as her love for gaming.
Bo Jiu pulled the cursor backwards to the interview segment and replayed the two lines another two times. She smiled, replaying the video a few more times. Then she scrolled down and read through the comments.
She suppressed herself, stopping the urge to say, “I’m that person that loves gaming, the person the Almighty can’t forget.”
“What are you doing?” a deep and lazy voice asked slowly.
Bo Jiu deleted the words she typed, closing Weibo. She smiled. “Surfing the net.”
As she moved, Bo Jiu’s oversized shirt fell to the side, exposing a large chunk of skin. Her porcelain skin was smooth and silky, her collar bones sharp and defined.
Qin Mo just finished his shower. He dried his hair with a towel, the ends dripping. His eyes deepened. “Come over.”
“Mmh?” The youngster didn’t move since she was still holding onto the screen.
Qin Mo walked over, reaching over to arrange her clothes. “Watch your image, Mrs Qin.”
The two words again. Bo Jiu felt her face heat up. She hurriedly changed the topic. “What did Madam Zhang make for breakfast?”
“Dumplings, with meat and string bean filling.” Qin Mo arched a brow. “Why? Don’t you like it?”
Bo Jiu reached out and hugged him. “I like it.”
Qin Mo paused, his gaze dimming with his thoughts.
They walked downstairs together.
The dumplings were fresh out of the steamer. Homemade ones were much tastier than the ones served outside because the skin was tender and chewy, every bite bursting with flavor.
