The sketchbook in her hand suddenly fell to the side, and Qiao Mo found it sowhat overwhelming, her breath becoming heavy.
He gently nibbled on her lips, entangled with her for a while, and then slowly moved away from her cherry lips.
Qiao Mo’s lips felt a bit numb as she looked at the handso face that was less than an inch away from her, her breathing becoming heavy.
"Who was that man just now?" he asked in a deep voice, his gaze tinged with jealousy.
"t at the party." Qiao Mo replied softly, reaching out to wrap her arms around his neck.
The light inside the car was a bit dim, yet he always made her feel emotionally tangled and confused.
"He likes you." Fu Nancheng’s thin lips were drawn into a tight line, fully demonstrating his unease.
Qiao Mo laughed softly, finding it amusing.
Obviously, it was only their first eting, how could he possibly like her.
But seeing his serious deanor, she still said, "In your eyes, does every man in the world like ?"
Fu Nancheng remained silent with a stern face; he was a man and understood better those n’s gazes toward her.
That man just now, even if he had no sinister intent, at least he admired her, he liked her.
Seeing him silent with a stern face, Qiao Mo had to speak softly, "Alright, he is the person in charge of the party. I accidentally stained my dress and he kindly took to change into another one, so we chatted a bit more."
Fu Nancheng snorted coldly, "With ulterior motives."
Qiao Mo laughed softly, inexplicably finding his serious deanor sowhat adorable.
"Don’t laugh." His expression turned more livid, warning her sternly.
"Alright, no laughing." Qiao Mo tried hard to suppress her amusent.
Fu Nancheng lowered his head to examine her dress, an elegant purple lace adorned with many small flowers, with a V-neckline that made her skin appear even more fair.
He lowered his head to plant a gentle kiss, murmuring, "You accepted his business card."
Qiao Mo gently placed her hand on his head, "He said there might be opportunities for collaboration in the future, inviting to work at C’s company."
He dissatisfiedly bit her skin gently, "You’re not allowed to go."
Qiao Mo let out a soft whimper, her cheeks reddening slightly, "You’re being unreasonable again."
He slowly raised his head, looking at her with a touch of grievance in his dark eyes, "He touched your hand."
"..."
Qiao Mo felt a bit helpless, reaching out to gently wrap her arms around his neck, whispering, "But I don’t like them, I only like you..."
He paused slightly, raising his head to gaze at her for a few seconds, feeling moved.
Once more, he fiercely seized her cherry lips, gently cupping her small face, gradually deepening the kiss.
Qiao Mo lowered her eyes slightly, not refusing, her hands gently encircling his neck, enduring his kiss.
The temperature inside the car kept rising, gradually enveloping them in an alluring atmosphere.
Qiao Mo gradually softened into the seat, her gaze carrying a hint of shyness, her soft hair cascading over her chest, making her even more alluring.
Fu Nancheng’s Adam’s apple moved, finding her beauty suffocating.
"Xiao Mo..." he whispered her na in disbelief.
Qiao Mo’s eyes also appeared slightly misty, her breathing gradually becoming heavier.
He gently kissed her chin, the light purple strap slipping off one of her shoulders, piercing through the allure like a ray of light, making it impossible to look away.
But then, he rembered the promise he made to her earlier.
He forcibly moved his gaze away from her, as if moving a thousand-pound boulder, not daring to look at her for even a mont more. He turned his head, staring out the window.
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