How Can She Be So Intense!
Since that incident, Qiao Sisi no longer restrained Fang Zhou’s actions.
She kissed and hugged him whenever she wanted, acting freely without constraint.
Fang Zhou thought that by complying with her wishes, he’d have a chance to leave.
Once outside, breathing the free air, he’d have another opportunity to escape.
But things didn’t go as planned.
Qiao Sisi seed to have anticipated his thoughts, smilingly telling him, “Just like this, stay with , go nowhere, and I’m happy.”
When Fang Zhou expressed a desire to go out, feeling stifled inside, Qiao Sisi imdiately brought in a TV.
“Watch this.”
The LCD TV played the latest dramas and short videos, quite advanced.
But it lacked the functions Fang Zhou needed to send and receive information.
Eating, drinking, and other needs were all managed in the room.
A side door led to the bathroom.
Whether pre-arranged or not, the room’s functions were far superior to the previous one.
It seed Qiao Sisi had long planned to imprison him, thinking about it give a chilling thought.
Qiao Sisi was remarkably patient, spending all her ti with Fang Zhou, except for brief outings.
Otherwise, she engaged in intimate activities.
For her, it was like discovering a new world, never tiring.
Her once clumsy skills beca adept, easily controlling the man.
Fang Zhou was in a constant state of excitent for days, feeling drained, almost empty.
Finally, on the fourth day, he surrendered.
“You’ve been out so long, won’t your fans and manager suspect? Shouldn’t you return to work?”
Fang Zhou turned his face slightly, avoiding her rain of kisses.
His intense gaze locked onto hers, as if trying to see her deepest secrets.
Each word he spoke was clear and forceful: “Tell , what’s going on?”
He was truly helpless!
Qiao Sisi was a super clingy person, like sticky gum, never letting go of Fang Zhou.
She wanted to rge with him, even a minute apart felt like the end of the world.
Back then, Qiao Sisi was known as a proud, willful heiress.
Who’d imagine she’d beco such a clingy little sprite?
If her fans knew, how many dreams and fantasies would shatter?
Their goddess image would collapse, replaced by dependency and tenderness.
Could anyone handle such a drastic change? Perhaps the entire entertainnt industry would shake...
Qiao Sisi huffed, turning Fang Zhou’s head to face her.
She pecked his lips like a chick pecking grain, feeling satisfied before answering.
“Are you tired of ? Want to drive away?”
Her wistful gaze weighed on Fang Zhou like a stone, stifling him.
He quickly shook his head, hiding his true intentions.
He hurriedly denied, “No, how could I?
I’m worried you’ve been out too long, affecting your work. You’ve worked hard to get here.
If rumors or mistakes ruin your career, that’d be awful.”
He almost said, I’m concerned for you.
No choice, dealing with a suspicious, possessive, and crafty person.
He had to be fully alert.
Especially now, with Qiao Sisi watching him like a mother hen, any odd move would heighten her vigilance.
Like a startled snake.
Seeing Fang Zhou’s genuine concern, Qiao Sisi’s doubts eased.
She smiled, stroking his temple, softly saying:
“It’s normal for artists to disappear for a while; they travel, study, or hone skills.
I’ll appear when needed.”
Fang Zhou’s plan to urge her back to work failed, shelved for now.
“You promised I’d see my sister.”
He brought up the past, hoping she’d rember her words.
Qiao Sisi rembered that conversation.
Her hand moved from his temple to his chin, lifting it until their breaths mingled.
“I didn’t say you couldn’t see her, but after your escape, your credibility is zero.”
“So I’ll decide when you can see her.”
She pecked his collarbone, intimately.
Fang Zhou pushed her away, annoyed, “How do I know when you’ll let go?
My sister’s condition is unstable. If sothing happens and I’m not there, I might as well die.”
Implying, let go, or I’ll die.
If his sister had an incident, living would be pointless.
Qiao Sisi patted his shoulder, soothing, “Don’t worry, you’ll go back soon.”
Fang Zhou didn’t believe her, making another request.
“At least let talk to her.”
A call, surely that’s acceptable?
His expression was resolute, lips tight, determined to hold his ground.
The room was silent for a while, then a sigh broke it.
Qiao Sisi relented.
“Fine, call your sister later.”
Before he could rejoice, she added, “Ten minutes only, no location or current situation.
Or I’ll hide you forever.”
Her serious expression showed she wasn’t joking.
Fang Zhou nodded, sowhat pleased.
Contacting his sister was better than before.
The rest would be step by step, not rushed like before.
Minutes later, Qiao Sisi brought him a phone. But the call only reached a cold electronic voice.
“The number you dialed is off, please try later.”
Fang Zhou hadn’t considered Li Siming had taken Fang Wenjing’s phone early.
He frowned at the dialing screen, pondering the outco.
Qiao Sisi raised an eyebrow, revealing the truth.
“Probably to keep her from knowing you’re missing. Your friends are thoughtful.”
“Don’t worry, if anything happens, I’ll tell you. Now, let’s finish our business.”
She placed the phone aside, approaching Fang Zhou, eyes filled with desire.
Fang Zhou inwardly groaned.
Isn’t it said won in their thirties are fierce?
Qiao Sisi isn’t thirty yet! How is she so intense!
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