You’re really being reckless... I told you it’s not designed for myself!
Insisted on her wearing it!
Qiao Mo felt a little guilty at heart, wearing a wedding dress designed for soone else, but she couldn’t resist that man.
She figured if she had enough ti, she would make another one, make so slight modifications, it shouldn’t take too long, right?
Qiao Mo walked to the mirror, looked at herself in it, her cheeks involuntarily flushed with a slight blush, hesitating to step out.
Outside the door, Fu Nancheng was already impatiently waiting, reaching out to knock on the door for the third ti.
’Knock knock!’
"If you don’t co out now, I’m coming in."
Qiao Mo didn’t make a sound, let out a small breath, and then walked to the door, just as he opened it.
In an instant, their eyes t.
He was bare-chested and muscular, with her pink HELLOKITTY towel tied around his waist, while she wore a white gauze dress, looking like a fairy tale princess.
The situation was sowhat awkward.
Fu Nancheng’s gaze deepened a bit, his eyes scanning every inch of her skin seriously, heating her up unbearably.
Qiao Mo attempted to turn around: "You’ve seen it now... I’ll go change..."
He wouldn’t let her, pulling her back in a flash, pressing her against the wall, and covering her lips with his.
Qiao Mo instinctively tried to pull up the wedding dress that kept slipping down, but he restrained her arms behind her, his delicate kisses following her collarbone downward... kissing softly...
"Fu Nancheng..."
He lingered over her, reluctantly lifting his head, looking at her, his voice hoarse: "Xiao Mo, you’re really beautiful."
Qiao Mo blushed, just feeling the wedding dress being tugged on and about to slip down, exposing her chest.
Fu Nancheng seed to notice her tension too, his gaze falling on her chest, the wedding dress’s design similar to a strapless one, but unfortunately it’s a bit large, thus it kept slipping down.
He lowered his head slightly, almost taking in the entire scene, his Adam’s apple bobbed, his eyes reddened, and his body responded directly.
Qiao Mo, angry and ashad: "Fu Nancheng, you shaless!"
He raised his eyebrow, ambiguously: "It’s a bit awkwardly small."
Qiao Mo was infuriated, she wasn’t that small, okay!
The wedding dress is big, the wedding dress is big!
Her face flushed crimson, not knowing whether from sha or anger.
He curled his lips lightly, kissing her jade-like neck: "Xiao Mo."
"Hm?"
"Don’t you have sothing you want to tell ."
Qiao Mo paused slightly, hesitated before saying: "Happy birthday."
He kissed her lips: "You know that’s not what I want to hear."
Facing his dark eyes, she avoided his gaze without saying a word.
He gently lifted her chin, staring straight at her, his gaze more serious: "Talk."
She remained silent.
His gaze darkened further, saying again: "Do you like , even a little?"
Qiao Mo gently bit her lip, her fingers curling slightly, her palms exuding quite a bit of sweat.
If she said yes, would that an she accepted him?
But what was he doing here...
He bullied her so much before, and now just wanted her to nod with this.
Qiao Mo felt a bit wronged at heart and just refused to make a sound.
But Fu Nancheng didn’t know her thoughts, seeing her avoiding his gaze in silence, his face completely darkened, the previous tenderness dissipating bit by bit: "I asked you a question."
Qiao Mo remained silent.
His eyes reddened further, was this question so hard to answer?
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