Her tone was calm, without sarcasm or any unnecessary emotion, as if she was stating an indisputable fact.
Yet it was precisely this fact that made Fu Nancheng’s expression darken.
Damn woman!
Was she feeling triumphant now?
Due to the effect of alcohol, Qiao Mo’s little face was flushed, with a hint of drunkenness, fastening the buttons of her shirt one by one, indescribably enticing.
As if dissatisfied with her triumph, he suddenly pressed his right forefinger harshly against her glistening lips.
Qiao Mo, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, stiffened all over and looked up at the man in front of her.
"Fu..."
Her red lips parted slightly, and she had only uttered half a word before his forefinger suddenly slipped into her mouth.
Qiao Mo’s little face turned burning hot, and she turned her head trying to avoid him, but his finger pursued her even more closely, making Qiao Mo’s eyes involuntarily redden: "Mmm..."
Qiao Mo grabbed his large hand, trying to remove his finger from her mouth, but how could her strength possibly match his?
Before long, Qiao Mo’s breathing beca heavier, and her eyes felt sore as if she was about to cry.
"You don’t like it?" Fu Nancheng slowly spoke.
Qiao Mo’s eyes were sore—what a vindictive bastard!
She had rely stated a fact, and he retaliated against her like this!
With a resolute heart, Qiao Mo bit down hard!
But Fu Nancheng was faster than her, withdrawing his finger just in ti.
Qiao Mo’s face turned red, a mist forming over her eyes, biting her lip and glaring at the man in front of her with a trace of resentnt.
Fu Nancheng, however, ignored her gaze, instead elegantly pulling a tissue from the tissue box on the coffee table, carefully wiping his wet finger, and said indifferently, "Seems you’re not as unwilling as you claim, rather enjoying it, no?"
Qiao Mo’s cheeks turned even redder, not daring to look at his hand, only glaring at him with teary eyes.
Yet so people are born alluring; the more she acted like this, the more one couldn’t help but want to press her down, a little enchantress that enchanted minds!
Fu Nancheng’s brows furrowed slightly, a dangerous glint flashing in his eyes: "If you keep looking at like that, I wouldn’t mind satisfying you once."
Qiao Mo was montarily stunned, quickly averting her gaze, and sowhat awkwardly got up and ran into the bathroom.
Watching that figure fleeing in haste, Fu Nancheng’s eyes turned even deeper. He asked soone to send over a set of pajamas for her, unbuttoned one on his collar, and irritably lit a cigarette, his mind full of her alluring body.
Damn it!
He was actually so infatuated with her body.
After entering the bathroom, Qiao Mo splashed her face with cold water, sobering up for the most part, yet she couldn’t help but wonder if she was truly drunk...
Fu Nancheng actually didn’t want her?
She had delivered herself to him, yet he didn’t want her!
After showering, Qiao Mo looked at the neatly folded pink nightdress, montarily losing focus, soon silently changing into it.
Coming out of the bathroom, Qiao Mo imdiately saw the man sitting on the sofa; it seed he had also taken a shower, in a sea-blue satin robe, enhancing his fair skin, with water droplets in his hair, indescribably sexy.
Qiao Mo was montarily dazed.
Truly a seductive creature...
How could the world mistake him as an old and ugly pervert?
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