The room fell silent for a mont, with Qiao Mo sitting on one side, her two jade-like legs stretched out on the sofa, her nightgown barely covering her thighs.
Qiao Mo didn’t dare to look at her, slightly turning her head and closing her eyes tightly.
But before long, she gradually relaxed, having to admit, it seed... a bit comfortable?
Really... really embarrassing...
Qiao Mo snapped back to reality and suddenly felt a bit resistant, struggling to pull her legs back.
But Fu Nancheng wouldn’t let her off easily, instead leaning over her again.
"Xiao Mo, you’re seducing ," he said sowhat unwillingly, in a muffled voice.
"I’m not..."
Qiao Mo felt aggrieved inside, how could she dare, how could she!
"Buying this kind of stuff for , isn’t that seduction?" He lay on her chest, making Qiao Mo feel a bit heavy, and as he spoke, her chest rose and fell even more.
"I... I..."
"You have to take responsibility," Fu Nancheng said lightly.
Qiao Mo bit her lip and said nothing, only feeling that she was truly suffering from her own making, and thinking about her two smooth legs, she felt like she had lost all face in this lifeti.
Over ten minutes later, he suddenly got up and scooped her up by the waist.
Qiao Mo instinctively clung to his neck, but saw him lean over again, grabbing her little hand, and gazing at her as he said softly, "Help ."
...
The next morning, Qiao Mo woke up very late.
She hadn’t slept so soundly in ages, but she felt a bit disappointed because Fu Nancheng was already gone.
Qiao Mo looked at the breakfast on the table and sighed lightly.
He seems to be really busy lately...
She ate sothing simple because it was not yet ti to officially go to work, so during this period, she could still rest well at ho.
After eating, she returned to the bedroom and imdiately spotted the dark green bottle on the coffee table, her cheeks uncontrollably turning red again.
She hurriedly went forward, grabbed the bottle, and threw it in the trash. Then she turned and ran away.
But soon she ca back, picked up the bottle again.
Staring at the bottle for a long ti, she opened the computer and searched for a while, finally finding the brand. As she scrolled further, Qiao Mo’s little face turned green.
Several large characters were clearly written on the computer, ’Olive skincare oil!’
Damn!
Fu Nancheng, this bastard, bullying her for being uneducated...
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