Fu Nancheng’s face turned a few degrees colder, his phoenix eyes narrowing slightly: "Do you insist on making angry?"
Qiao Mo’s eyes flashed with a hint of mockery, she sneered and said, "How would I dare to anger Mr. Fu."
Fu Nancheng lightly pursed his thin lips, staring at her for a long ti.
The room fell into a silence, the two in a deadlock.
After a while, he spoke again in a gentle voice: "The floor is cold, get to the bed first."
Qiao Mo remained motionless, her gaze sowhat hazy, yet she only smiled.
He restrained himself and spoke again: "Is there anything you’d like to eat, I’ll have Nanny Wang bring it over."
Qiao Mo finally couldn’t help but laugh lightly: "Doesn’t Mr. Fu find himself hypocritical?"
He pressed his lips together, a hint of hurt flashed in his dark eyes, and he said slowly: "Get up, go to the bed, I don’t want to say it again."
She made no sound, only looked at him with mockery.
His gaze grew even deeper, like a cold night, as he picked her up by the waist.
"Don’t touch !"
"Fu Nancheng... let go of !"
Qiao Mo’s eyes were covered with a layer of mist, staring at Fu Nancheng with red eyes, struggling fiercely, seemingly particularly repulsed by his touch.
He lightly pursed his thin lips without making a sound, directly throwing her onto the bed.
Seeing him put her down, Qiao Mo quickly backed away a few steps, moving further from him.
His gaze carried a bit of bitterness, looking at the large red marks on her neck and arms, he couldn’t help but ask softly: "Why did you do this?"
Qiao Mo looked at him with red eyes, laughing out loud, full of sharpness.
"Because I feel dirty."
Hearing this, his face turned instantly pale.
Those black eyes were filled with confusion.
With a hint of vengeful pleasure, Qiao Mo spoke in a cold tone: "Could it be that after Mr. Fu forced himself on , he expected to be grateful and thank him?"
She chuckled lightly, looking at the man before her with red eyes, faintly recalling the way he fiercely possessed her, her gaze becoming sowhat hazy again.
He stared directly at her, his black eyes carrying a hint of cold severity, speaking slowly: "I’ll give you one chance to take back what you said."
Qiao Mo felt a sense of satisfaction seeing his face turn pale, swaying with a charming smile: "Is Mr. Fu upset? Or is he feeling hurt inside?"
"Why should I take it back?"
"I just find you dirty!"
Each word was like a needle, stabbing deep into his heart.
Seeing his face grow even paler, Qiao Mo held back tears, laughing lightly.
But she forgot, this man before her, he has never let anyone off easily when he himself is not well!
"Is that so?" Fu Nancheng curved his thin lips, a cold light flashing in his eyes.
Reaching out, he grabbed her ankle and pulled her over.
Qiao Mo’s heart tightened, her small face turned a few shades whiter: "Don’t touch ! Fu Nancheng... mm..."
He leaned over, firmly pressing against her lips, as if venting his discontent.
Heh, dirty, she actually found him dirty.
He had adhered to an absurd promise from years ago for ten years, never touching another woman.
But now, she found him dirty.
"Get away! Don’t touch !" Qiao Mo struggled, but he clamped her hands behind her back, allowing no resistance.
"Don’t want to touch you?"
He chuckled softly, his large hand slid into her clothing, pressing heavily against her tender skin.
"Which inch of your body have I not touched?"
"Here? Or here... hm?"
His overwhelming presence engulfed her, his large hand with a slightly cool temperature made her shiver.
Qiao Mo’s entire being was sowhat stiff, thinking of that heart-wrenching pain, her eyelashes were drenched in a layer of mist.
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