Imdiately, Qiao Mo felt a cool breath envelop her, cold and refreshing, suddenly intruding into her world, filled entirely with his presence.
He squinted slightly, seriously scrutinizing the woman beneath him.
She was beautiful, like a fine piece of silk, or a curled flower bud, violently impacting his senses.
His large hand slowly landed on her slender waist, applying a bit of force, causing Qiao Mo’s body to stiffen slightly, her eyes tightly shut, thinking that once her eyes closed, it would all be over soon.
Yet, he was exceedingly patient, and Qiao Mo bit her teeth, feeling utterly embarrassed.
Qiao Mo lowered her eyes, her heart filled with bitterness.
She thought, if she downed a bottle of strong liquor, shed her clothes, shut her eyes, then with his roving heart and igniting desire, after a stormy embrace, it would all be over.
But unexpectedly, imagination and reality diverged.
The process of just a few minutes seed so prolonged, so much so that it beca unbearable for her.
Qiao Mo’s nose tingled, she opened her bleary eyes, and softly said, "Mr. Fu, could you be quicker?"
Upon hearing this, Fu Nancheng’s gaze deepened a bit, his sight fell on her luscious little mouth...
The breath emanating from him approached her, his thin lips drawing ever nearer, causing Qiao Mo’s throat to tighten, instinctively closing her eyes.
One second, two seconds...
A few seconds passed, but his lips only landed next to her ear, with a hint of mockery: "Are you so sure I will touch you?"
His warm breath sprayed upon her ear, turning her small ear a shade of red instantly.
Her eyelashes fluttered lightly, and Qiao Mo opened her eyes again.
His cheek was extrely close to hers, stopping at a distance of about an inch, so exquisite it left her montarily dazed.
What did he an by that?
Previously... he had almost forcibly taken her in the mall’s restroom...
Suddenly, his presence withdrew entirely from Qiao Mo’s world, cleanly and swiftly, leaving her with no ti to react as Fu Nancheng rose up smoothly, without a hint of hesitation.
Qiao Mo was slightly stunned, as if the previous intimacy had been nothing more than her illusion, leaving her sowhat bewildered...
Seeing him rise, Qiao Mo also slowly sat up from the sofa, picked up the clothes from the floor and put them on, her gaze sweeping over Fu Nancheng, softly saying, "Whether you’d want to touch , I don’t know, I just know Mr. Fu’s body is still willing."
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