The man forcefully shook off his arm, sowhat flustered.
But the woman on the bed, having been thrown off, was unwilling to give up. She propped herself up, wrapped her legs around the man’s waist again: "Don’t go! I haven’t had enough... Just now you made feel so good..."
"Bitch! Get the hell off ." The man was getting anxious, trying several tis to shake off the woman clinging to him.
Yet the woman held him tightly and reached down towards him: "Yes... I’m a bitch... Give it to !"
"..."
The indecent words echoed in everyone’s ears, making it hard to look directly.
"This Qiao Mo is so shaless."
"Really, has she gone mad?"
The chatter around was growing louder, Fu Nancheng’s father frowned, just about to have soone separate the two entangled figures in front of him.
A familiar voice sounded: "What’s happening over here? It sounded like soone called my na."
Hearing the voice, everyone turned their heads, only to freeze the mont they laid eyes on Qiao Mo.
"Qiao... Miss Qiao..."
"What are you doing here?"
"Then... Who’s inside there?"
For a mont, a few people instinctively spoke out, looking shocked at Qiao Mo, who was fully clothed and appeared utterly confused.
Even Fu Nancheng’s father was montarily stunned, looking at Qiao Mo, unable to react.
Mrs. Chen was even more dumbfounded, a sudden bad on sprouting in her heart, her expression turning deathly pale.
"How... How are you here?"
Qiao Mo looked around in confusion: "What are you talking about?"
"Xiao Mo, where did you go?" Fu Nancheng looked at her and spoke, sounding sowhat surprised too.
"Oh, Aunt Xu wasn’t feeling well earlier, so Louis and I helped her to her room to rest for a while. Later, Louis had sothing to do, so I stayed in the room taking care of Aunt Xu for a bit." Qiao Mo explained.
Upon hearing this, Mrs. Chen erupted in agitation: "Do you have a witness!"
Qiao Mo gave her a puzzled look, then glanced at Mrs. Xu around her.
Xu Wan’s face was a bit pale, but under everyone’s gaze, she maintained her composure and spoke warmly: "What happened?"
Mrs. Chen looked at Xu Wan with a trace of apprehension, trying to keep her tone sowhat calm: "Mrs. Xu, was Qiao Mo with you all along?"
"Yes, that’s right. I haven’t been in good health, and I almost fainted in the bathroom earlier. Thanks to Miss Qiao’s assistance, who helped to the guest room, where I rested for a bit and got better." Xu Wan affectionately took Qiao Mo’s hand and spoke warmly.
"She was really with you?" Mrs. Chen’s voice was trembling by now.
She dared not think, dared not imagine if Qiao Mo was standing right in front of her, if Qiao Mo never entered that room, then who was the person in that guest room!
"What does Mrs. Chen an by this? Are you doubting ?" Xu Wan gazed calmly, not aggressively, yet possessing an authoritative presence.
Mrs. Chen was montarily speechless, reluctant to speak further.
The crowd once again turned their attention to the inside of the room.
If Qiao Mo had been here all along, then who was in the room...
At that mont, the bodyguard had already draped a blanket over the woman. After being thrown to the ground by the man, her cheeks burned.
Leaning against the foot of the bed, sitting on the carpet.
Chen Shiqing now only felt incredibly parched, her body still strangely empty, desperately wanting to continue that blissful feeling of soaring to the clouds.
But alas, there was nothing around her to console herself with, and her expression grew increasingly impatient.
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