Qiao Mo opened her sowhat blurry eyes and looked at the man in front of her, discontentedly saying, "Are you letting people sleep or not?"
Seeing her like this, Fu Nancheng was fueled by anger and lowered his head, fiercely kissing her lips with a hint of punishnt.
Qiao Mo furrowed her brow, her hands pressed against his chest, softly saying, "Mmm... go easy..."
A few minutes later, he picked her up and tossed her onto the soft large bed.
Before Qiao Mo could react, he was already pressing down over her.
Qiao Mo found herself a bit out of sync, gazing at him with hazy eyes, "Fu Nancheng, what are you doing..."
"Undressing."
His voice carried a chill.
His kisses were intense and overwhelming, making her feel defenseless, so she turned her head to avoid them, "Mmm... you promised a sexless marriage..."
"We haven’t registered yet, it doesn’t count as during the marriage."
Qiao Mo looked at the ceiling sowhat confused, and although her thoughts were clear, she had to admit that the alcohol was making them a bit sluggish.
Not during the marriage...
So does that an... he agreed to a sexless marriage but didn’t agree to abstain from premarital sex?
What kind of logic is this?
Just as Qiao Mo sorted through her thoughts, she imdiately snapped back, dissatisfied, grabbing one of his big hands, softly saying, "Don’t..."
He slowly lifted his gaze, focusing on her face, staring intently without speaking.
Qiao Mo’s eyelashes trembled lightly, tinted with a faint layer of mist due to fatigue, "Don’t... I don’t feel like it today..."
His thin lips pressed together, his gaze turning colder, "Is it that you don’t want to be with , or you don’t feel like it today?"
Qiao Mo was at a loss for words, clearly able to sense his suppressed anger.
"Is it that any other man can touch you, except ? Huh?"
His eyes reddened sowhat just thinking of that scene where she was sitting on Jin Chengbin’s lap, and his large hand tightly clasped her jaw, his voice icy cold.
Qiao Mo tried to loosen his large hand, "It hurts... you’re pinching too hard..."
"Speak up!"
Qiao Mo was still focused on his large hand, attempting to move it away from her chin.
"What kind of cooperation requires you to sit on a man’s lap and feed him alcohol?"
Qiao Mo was sowhat annoyed too, "Fu Nancheng, we’re not married yet, what I do is my freedom!"
"Freedom? Ha!" His eyes glead with self-mockery, then turned sinister, "Am I spoiling you too much, huh?"
Matching his bloodshot eyes, Qiao Mo was once again speechless.
She turned her head to the side without making a sound.
Fu Nancheng let out a cold laugh, "Do you really hate now? Do you really despise !"
Qiao Mo bit her lip lightly, her gaze covered by a layer of mist, still not speaking.
Qiao Mo didn’t expect his reaction, hesitated for a mont, then instinctively reached for the quilt, wanting to pull it over herself.
But he was faster, directly throwing the quilt to the floor, leaving her no place to hide.
Qiao Mo slightly turned her body, letting her gaze fall, eyelashes trembling gently.
"Since whatever I do doesn’t help, even if you hate a bit more, what does it matter? Isn’t it, Qiao Mo!"
He spoke self-mockingly, clasping her small face to make her face him, fiercely kissing her lips, leaving no room for refusal, so intense that it almost suffocated her.
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