Fu Nancheng’s gaze swept over gently, raising an eyebrow, then turned to look at Qiao Mo, his expression ambiguous.
"Wh...what’s wrong?" Qiao Mo felt uneasy.
"Are you sure this is for ?" There was a hint of teasing in his eyes.
"Of...of course."
He slightly curled his lips, turning to get closer to her face.
Qiao Mo swallowed and backed away a little.
But he ca closer and closer, and finally, Qiao Mo fell back onto the sofa, trapped firmly beneath him.
"Fu...Fu Nancheng, what’s going on?"
He gently kissed her, then whispered softly in her ear, "Are you sure this bottle is for ?"
"Wh...what?" Qiao Mo was completely stunned.
What?
Facing his deep eyes, Qiao Mo’s face flushed bright red.
Ho...how could it be!
How could it be that kind of thing!
Impossible... even if foreigners are open-minded, they wouldn’t give this kind of thing as a gift.
"You’re talking nonsense!" Qiao Mo was completely flustered, stamring and unable to speak properly.
"Want to give it a try?"
Qiao Mo imdiately shook her head like a rattle, like a startled little deer.
"Then what does it an to give this?" he asked again, leaving Qiao Mo speechless.
The bottle clearly had an olive pattern on it... how could it be that kind of thing...
He was too close, making it impossible for Qiao Mo’s small hands not to push against his chest, otherwise, she really felt like she couldn’t breathe.
"Huh?"
Clearly, he wasn’t planning to let her go easily. Gentle kisses landed on her neck, waiting for an answer.
Qiao Mo’s heart raced, but her tongue seed tied.
"Fu Nancheng... stop joking..." Qiao Mo softly said, her voice trembling slightly.
"I... I... I didn’t know it was that... that kind of thing..."
Qiao Mo’s face was flushed red as she stamred out an explanation.
At this mont, she was indeed on the verge of tears, never expecting the other person to give this kind of thing to her.
Her only consolation was that she was still pregnant, allowing her to escape the predicant.
Seemingly seeing through her thoughts, Fu Nancheng slowly got up.
He moved away, and as her breathing started to ease, Qiao Mo let out a small breath, feeling a bit limp all over.
But in the next mont, a big hand fell on her leg again, startling her into sitting up straight on the sofa.
The olive oil sohow got opened, poured a little into his palm, the nearly transparent liquid was very moist in his hand, and as soon as Qiao Mo glanced at it, she quickly shut her eyes, too embarrassed to look again.
Seriously... how could he... how could he pour that stuff into his hand.
In the dim light, the transparent liquid glistened brightly, slowly flowing in his palm.
Reviews
All reviews (0)