Fu Nancheng held himself up for over ten seconds without moving, sweat as big as beans trickling down his forehead.
Qiao Mo was also a bit stunned.
Did she... did she cripple him with that kick!
"Qiao... Mo!"
At this mont, a voice squeezed out from between clenched teeth viciously pronounced her na, making her shiver.
Qiao Mo’s throat beca sowhat dry, and when she t his gaze, she beca even more flustered.
"I... I didn’t do it on purpose!" Qiao Mo quickly explained.
She... she had actually done it on purpose!
But admitting it at a ti like this, unless she was insane!
The tension seed to ease slightly. Fu Nancheng, with a dark expression, got up from the bed and approached Qiao Mo step by step, his face as cold as if he wanted to devour her.
Damn it, she actually dared to kick him.
Qiao Mo’s small face turned pale bit by bit, retreating step by step as he advanced.
Fu Nancheng’s gaze was fiercely sinister, as if wishing to imdiately pick up this little thing in front of him and give her a good beating, otherwise the anger in his heart would be hard to quell!
Qiao Mo retreated closer and closer to the wall, eventually being forced into a corner, not daring to et his eyes.
Is she finished?
Shrinking in the corner, with eyes tightly shut, she could even hear the sound of her own heartbeats.
Looking at her flushed little face, Fu Nancheng’s gaze deepened a bit!
He reached out and gently lifted her chin, his voice chilling: "Getting bolder, aren’t you? Hmm?"
"Fu... Mr. Fu, I really... really didn’t an it, you have to believe ." Qiao Mo’s eyelashes trembled as she opened her eyes, using the best and most sincere acting of her life to show her sincerity.
Fu Nancheng slightly narrowed his eyes, a trace of coldness appearing in them.
Ha, not on purpose?
He rembered clearly, she suddenly struggled violently, and then kicked him!
How could it not be on purpose!
But since it was on purpose, what exactly was her reason for refusing him!
"Is that so?" His eyes turned more dangerous, "Since it wasn’t on purpose, then let’s continue."
He spoke heavily by her ear, his warm breath dyeing her earlobe red, but making her stiffen again.
And then, before Qiao Mo could react.
Qiao Mo quickly grabbed his big hand, her eyes slightly wet: "Mr. Fu... I am sick."
His movents paused slightly, eting those earnest eyes, he spoke slowly: "I don’t mind."
Tears sparkled in Qiao Mo’s eyes all of a sudden: "No..."
At this point, the now clear-headed Qiao Mo was truly scared, really afraid he would force himself on her no matter what!
"Then tell , why did you suddenly refuse."
Fu Nancheng’s fingers hooked the edge of her under|wear, her sweaty small hand tightly grasping his large hand, trying to stop his actions.
He stopped moving, waiting for her answer.
Qiao Mo’s mind went blank for a mont, then she regained her senses, but she dared not ntion Jiang Jinghao’s na.
She hesitated only for a mont before speaking, her eyes teary: "Because... because I don’t love you... so..."
"Don’t want to say?" His eyes suddenly turned sharp, cold enough to be frightening!
He clearly didn’t believe her words.
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