Qiao Mo imdiately fumbled around, trying to close the lid, but the more anxious she was, the more mistakes she made.
She didn’t hold it steady, and the lid of the gift box fell to the ground with a ’click’. She hurried to pick it up, only to find the ribbon on the bed had stuck to her.
Fu Nancheng ca out wearing only a pair of pajama pants, using a white towel to wipe the water from his hair.
Seeing the items that had fallen to the floor, a hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes.
Originally, it was hidden in the gap between the bedside table and the bedhead, but she had managed to find it.
Qiao Mo looked up at him in a panic, her face flushed red as she frantically picked up the box, hurriedly covering it...
I didn’t an to... I really didn’t an to...
For a mont, Qiao Mo felt stuck in a difficult position; thinking of the outfit inside the box made her flustered.
She hastily tied the ribbon, but he was already standing before her.
Qiao Mo quickly reached out to hand the box back to him, indicating she wanted to return it.
Fu Nancheng pushed the box back into her arms, calmly saying, "It’s for you."
She imdiately shook her head like a rattle drum.
"Keep it," he said lightly, continuing to wipe his hair.
"I can refuse," Qiao Mo’s voice was as soft as a mosquito, but inside, she was shouting loudly, refusing, refusing, firmly refusing!
In the next mont, he gently lifted her chin, his gaze deep.
Qiao Mo swallowed, not daring to et his eyes. Her gaze fell on his muscular chest, making her cheeks burn even hotter.
He softly pulled her into his arms, whispering in her ear, "Wear it for ."
"No!" Qiao Mo protested firmly.
He didn’t insist further, gently wrapping her in his arms.
After ten minutes, Qiao Mo was left weak from his kisses, her eyes a bit dazed.
He whispered softly, "I’ll help you put it on."
Qiao Mo paused for a mont, a hint of confusion flickering in her eyes. When she ca back to her senses, she imdiately restrained his large hand, softly saying, "No..."
"Wear it yourself, or I’ll help you," he said, his voice deep, gentle, yet still as overbearing as ever.
Qiao Mo bit her lip, her eyelashes gathering a thin mist: "You’re scheming against ..."
He raised his eyebrows, not quite a sche.
He hadn’t forgotten this matter; it had always been on his mind.
His deep gaze settled on her slightly flushed little face, swept over her fair skin, and he couldn’t help but imagine how she would look in that outfit.
With his gaze burning, Qiao Mo easily guessed what he was thinking, feeling a bit angry: "You rogue... stop imagining!"
He curled his lips: "Wear it yourself, or I help you."
Qiao Mo was quite infuriated, but under his bare scrutiny, she had no way to refuse.
Not waiting for her to speak, the next mont, Fu Nancheng lifted her up.
"Ugh... what are you doing! Fu Nancheng~"
He directly threw her into the bathroom, not giving her a chance to react, and tossed the gift box in after her.
After the door closed, Qiao Mo stared at the box in her hand, almost in tears.
This damned man, he was clearly sugar-coated bullets!
First, he used travel and candlelight dinners to lull her into happiness, but what followed was the true bomb!
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