"MoMo, when did you get a new dad? He's so handsome."

Song Xingwan broke free from Huo Yunting's embrace and crawled several steps on the ground. Perhaps she was a little tired, so she lay back on the cool tiles and grinned foolishly at Ling Mo, who was sucking his fingers in Qin Beiming's arms.

"dad?"

Ling Mo struggled to open his eyelids, squinting his bright black eyes as he warily stared at the stern-faced Qin Beiming, whispering in a hoarse voice:

"Are you really my father?"

Qin Beiming: "..." First it was my uncle, then my father, and next time it should be my husband's turn, right?

"No. My dad has never hugged me. You're a child trafficker, aren't you?"

"How much did you drink? You're so drunk!"

After Qin Beiming led her into the suite next door, he took her directly to the bathroom and said in a deep voice, "Take a shower first, wake yourself up?"

"I...I can't."

Ling Mo swayed slightly, leaning against the partition screen, and chuckled foolishly, "Will you help me wash?"

Qin Beiming's eyes darkened slightly as he carefully examined Ling Mo, whose face was flushed and eyes were glazed. He swallowed nervously, and remained speechless for a long time.

He has always been a helpful person.

Helping her take a bath... isn't out of the question.

If she can't accept all of this after she regains her senses, he could simply sacrifice his own body and let her experience the pleasure of bathing someone...

After some mental preparation, Qin Beiming finally mustered his courage, rolled up his sleeves, and prepared to make a big splash.

But when he saw Ling Mo, who was drunk and tilting his head, smiling at him innocently, he suddenly felt a pang of guilt.

She trusted him so much, yet he always tried to take advantage of her; it was indeed rather unkind of him.

After taking a deep breath, Qin Beiming suppressed the surging desire in his heart and gently led her out of the bathroom.

Ling Mo took small, hesitant steps, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, her nose bumping against Qin Beiming's straight back several times. She pouted, looking aggrieved, and muttered softly, "Ouch..."

"Did it hurt?"

Qin Beiming turned around, gently cupped her small face in his hands, and seeing that her nose was slightly red, he apologized repeatedly, "I'm sorry."

"You...you're really my dad? You're so handsome."

Ling Mo gently poked Qin Beiming's high, straight nose, pouting as she prepared to kiss him.

Looking at her pouting lips, Qin Beiming did, for a moment, consider kissing her without hesitation.

So what if they are minors?

If it's consensual, even if it results in a death, he can simply support the child...

wrong!

Human life?

What the hell is going on tonight?

Qin Beiming quickly shook off the wicked thoughts in his mind, subconsciously creating a small distance between himself and her. He then pointed to the stool in front of the dressing mirror and said slowly:

"Sit still, I'll blow-dry your hair."

"oh."

Ling Mo nodded like a chick pecking at rice, then sat down in front of the dressing table with a "thump," placing her hands neatly on her lap.

Seeing that she had finally calmed down a bit, Qin Beiming clumsily took the hairdryer and started drying her hair.

"It's so noisy. I don't like this sound, it's like the panting of an AK45."

Ling Mo made a peace sign in front of the dressing mirror, then used her index finger to cover one ear. Just as she was about to use her middle finger to cover the other ear, she realized that her fingers were not long enough.

"How much did you drink?"

Qin Beiming gazed at the charming and adorable girl in the mirror, his eyes and brows overflowing with doting affection.

"I don't remember. Anyway, I drank a little bit of the red, white, and yellow ones."

Ling Mo counted on his fingers, but he couldn't figure it out no matter how many times he tried.

"Mixed drinks?"

Qin Beiming sighed helplessly, seeing her drunken state, he was afraid she wouldn't calm down anytime soon.

If he just acts cute and charming, he can handle it.

What if she is captivated by his good looks and turns around to pounce on him?

We can't really eat her, can we?

What if she cries and demands he clear her name?

Thinking of this, he secretly resolved that from now on he would never, ever let her touch a single drop of alcohol again.

With that kind of drinking capacity, if he met someone else, wouldn't they have taken advantage of him completely?

The thought of this possibility filled Qin Beiming with dread. He quickly composed himself and solemnly instructed her, "You're not allowed to drink alcohol anymore, understand?"

"You insulted me! I'm the one who suffers! You're just a little turtle..."

Ling Mo didn't hear what Qin Beiming said at all, but sensed that his tone was unfriendly. He immediately jumped up from the stool, gripped Qin Beiming's phone tightly, and gestured at him, "If you dare to take one step closer, I'll mess with you!"

"Don't get agitated... I surrender."

Qin Beiming obediently raised his hands, smiling with a doting expression.

This kid!

He usually seems aloof and unapproachable, but I never expected him to have such a lively and playful side.

"You did not raise the white flag, so your surrender is invalid."

Ling Mo stared intently at Qin Beiming for a long while, then suddenly screamed and clapped her hands excitedly, "I remember now! You're not my father, you're Third Master Qin!"

"It's amazing you still remember."

"By the way, where's Huo Yunting? After you held hands, what did you do? Who's the top and who's the bottom?"

Qin Beiming was speechless. He pressed her shoulders and pinned her to the stool in front of the dressing table. While blow-drying her hair, he explained through gritted teeth, "It's not what you think between him and me. I don't like men."

Why don't you like it?

Ling Mo rested her chin on her hand, puzzled, her bright eyes staring at the incredibly handsome Qin Beiming in the mirror with confusion. "Actually, you and that cute puppy with the purple earring are quite a good match."

Purple earrings?

Lu Jinjiu?!

Qin Beiming pursed his thin lips, too angry to speak for a long time.

"Third Master Qin, do you like puppies?" Ling Mo asked, gazing at him expectantly, as if she were Xi Shi clutching her heart.

"I have obsessive-compulsive disorder related to cleanliness."

"You're a germaphobe and you still touch my hair?" Ling Mo hurriedly moved the small stool he was sitting on, subconsciously moving away from Qin Beiming.

"No, not for you."

Qin Beiming held her shoulder with one hand, his tone filled with unspeakable doting, "How can a puppy be as endearing as a kitten?"

Ling Mo didn't understand Qin Beiming's implied meaning, but seeing his radiant smile, she guessed that he had some feelings for her.

So, she secretly pulled open her bathrobe and groped around haphazardly.

Seeing this, Qin Beiming awkwardly turned his head away. "What are you doing? Don't take your clothes off, do you hear me?"

"Third Master Qin, I'm truly sorry. I'm missing something, and I'm afraid I can't satisfy you. You should go find Huo Yunting instead. Come back to me after I buy the mini prosthetic leg," Ling Mo said earnestly.

Prosthetics...

Is she referring to the third leg?

Damn it! He actually got flirted with by her?

Qin Beiming looked down at her, his gaze inadvertently brushing against her collar. His heart skipped a beat, and he tossed the hairdryer aside, speaking with particular seriousness:

"Pull your clothes up straight."

"No. I want to sleep. I'm uncomfortable wearing these clothes." Ling Mo shrugged, thinking of throwing off his robes.