"So... so what?"
He said softly, "So..."
With that, he answered her question with his actions.
Qiao Mo felt a bit uneasy, and as he kissed her, he whispered softly, "Relax..."
She bit her lip and wrapped her arms around his well-built waist, "R-Really, can we?"
"Mm, just once," his voice was very low.
...
The night passed without words, and Qiao Mo was kept up late by him.
Even though he had clearly said it would only be once at the start, in the end, he couldn’t control himself and went for it again.
When Qiao Mo woke again, it was already daylight, and she didn’t know what ti it was here.
But when she got up and looked out the window, she found that the plane was hovering above a cluster of castle-style buildings, with fields of wheat and rivers flowing by, unsure of which country’s airspace they were in.
Fu Nancheng’s big hand felt around beside him, seeing no one next to the bed.
He frowned and opened his eyes, imdiately seeing the woman standing barefoot by the window.
Her energy was really abundant, he really wanted to quickly unload the little thing in her belly, to see if she would still have this much spirit then.
Qiao Mo turned and went back to the bed, not noticing he had opened his eyes, so she thought he was still asleep.
She covered him with a thin blanket and kept gazing at his features. The sunlight from outside the window cast a special warmth and softness into the cabin.
Her finger lightly touched his nose, and she couldn’t help but whisper, "Bad guy."
The next mont, his large hand wrapped around her waist, pulling her into his embrace, their bodies closely against each other, "Bad where?"
"You’re awake?" Qiao Mo was slightly stunned.
Fu Nancheng gently inhaled the scent of her hair, "Mm... sleep a bit more."
Qiao Mo looked at him sowhat surprised, after all, it seed she had never seen him sleep late before.
But thinking about how busy he’s been lately, she couldn’t help but feel a pang of empathy, and obediently leaned in his arms without making a sound.
Unconsciously, accompanied by the warm sunshine, Qiao Mo also fell asleep again.
When she woke again, she found that the man beside her was already dressed neatly, sitting by the bed with coffee in hand, reading a newspaper.
As Qiao Mo recollected herself, she realized the plane had already landed, and raising her head slightly, she saw outside the window the makeup artist, photographer, stylist, wardrobe person... and dozens of others, already waiting neatly on the lawn outside the airport under the sun.
Qiao Mo imdiately felt imnsely guilty, "Fu Nancheng, why didn’t you wake up!"
"Saw you were tired last night, let you sleep a bit more."
Qiao Mo threw a pillow at him and hurriedly dashed into the bathroom, inwardly cursing this man was definitely a crafty bastard!
But when she finished showering, Qiao Mo was dumbfounded once more.
Looking at the large hickeys all over her body and the marks he left, she was distressed.
Bastard!
How’s she supposed to do the photoshoot later...
Ahhhhh!
Qiao Mo was a bit frantic, repeatedly rubbing the marks on her neck, but no matter what she did, they wouldn’t disappear, instead, it turned her neck red.
Not until more than ten minutes later did Qiao Mo muster the courage to co out, her neck and chest covered in powder, but she felt it still looked very conspicuous.
She gave the culprit a vicious glare, but in the end, she had to get off the plane with him.
Fortunately, the weather outside was not as hot as she imagined, the sun was abundant, but it wasn’t harsh, rather quite comfortable.
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