The ground felt like cotton under her feet, and she could barely walk in high heels.
He remained still, lying on the sofa, watching her.
Until she silently started walking toward the door, his expression darkened again: "I haven’t let you leave yet."
Qiao Mo was sowhat angry, saying coldly, "Is Mr. Fu’s need still unt?"
A hint of danger flashed in his eyes, and Qiao Mo turned to open the door.
But in the next mont, she was pulled back by him and pinned against the wall: "You really are only passionate when you’re beneath ."
"You!" Qiao Mo’s eyes were swollen and red.
"Who was crying for rcy not long ago? Hmm?" he said quietly.
Qiao Mo glared at him.
He chuckled lightly, then imdiately reached to pull at her clothes.
"You bastard... What else can you do besides forcing ... Why should I say I love you!" Qiao Mo pushed away his hand and cried out loud.
He was stunned.
A string of tears fell from her face as she choked up: "At least other n who like a woman would pursue her... would coax her... would try. But you? You’re only capable of forcing ..."
Qiao Mo’s legs could barely support her, and now she was emotionally agitated. She slowly slid down the wall, hugging her knees and sobbing.
"Since the first ti, you’ve endlessly humiliated ... bullied ..."
"Ruining my perfectly fine life! Yet, I don’t even know why..."
"Later I learned you mistook for soone else... but you still wouldn’t let go, clearly having soone else in your heart yet refusing to release ..."
"And now... you suddenly say you love , is this how you love ? Just because you say you love , I must love you back! Just because you love , I must accept it..."
The more Qiao Mo thought, the more wronged she felt, thinking she must have owed him in her past life! That he’s co to collect the debt in this one.
Fu Nancheng looked at her lost in thought, finally lifting her to place her on the sofa, speaking softly: "Be good, however you want to pursue you, I’ll do it. I’ll start chasing you right now, okay?"
"I don’t agree..." Qiao Mo turned her head awkwardly.
What does he an however she wants to be pursued, he’ll do it!
"You must agree." Fu Nancheng frowned, pursue a woman? He had never pursued anyone before... For his first ti pursuing, how could she not agree!
"Look at you! You’re doing it again!" Qiao Mo nearly fainted out of anger.
"Alright, alright, I won’t pursue if you don’t agree." He wiped her tears gently, speaking warmly.
"You’re not allowed to force anymore."
"Okay, I won’t force you."
"You’re not allowed to make do things I dislike."
"Hmm... I won’t force you."
Qiao Mo sniffed: "Before I agree to you, you can’t touch again."
Fu Nancheng frowned, pursing his lips in silence.
Qiao Mo got up to leave, and he pulled her back, saying sullenly: "Fine."
"You’re not allowed to force to say I love you."
"Hmm."
"I’m going to live in my rented apartnt, not returning to Nanshan Villa, nor moving anywhere else."
"Hmm."
"You can’t live at my place."
Fu Nancheng’s face was thoroughly dark, staring fixedly at Qiao Mo without speaking.
Qiao Mo cleared her throat and stated again: "You need to respect , your ho is your ho, my ho is my ho."
After a long mont, he forced out a reluctant "Hmm" from his throat.
"You’re not allowed to interfere with my contact with Jing Hao."
ntioning Jing Hao turned his complexion ashen, and he looked at her with a grim gaze: "No."
Qiao Mo shrank back a little, inexplicably feeling guilty, yet defiantly added a line: "Every ti... every ti I contact him, I’ll tell you... How about that?"
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