CHAPTER 163: CHAPTER 163: NOT THAT ANNOYING (4)

Due to not daring to move, her neck stiffened, a lot of sweat oozed out, and her mouth was dry and parched.

Yet, his surging desire didn’t diminish in the slightest, instead, it grew more intense.

Her soft hair fell into the crook of his neck, slightly tickling him. He lowered his eyes gently, images of her shy demeanor kept flashing in his mind while his breathing grew even heavier.

After enduring for another ten minutes, Qiao Mo was sore all over. Seeing his breath getting hotter, she swallowed and softly said, "You..."

As soon as she spoke, her words were swallowed into his mouth.

With a flip, he pressed her below him, fiercely capturing her lips.

Qiao Mo’s lips were bitten painfully by him. She instinctively wanted to evade, grabbing hold of his hand that had begun to roam, her heart pounding nonstop. She softly uttered, "Fu Nancheng..."

Hearing her voice tremble slightly, his movements paused, and he looked at Qiao Mo beneath him with reddened eyes.

Qiao Mo just looked at him quietly, the two of them in a stalemate for a few seconds.

He finally spoke in a hoarse, deep voice, "You lit the fire."

Qiao Mo was slightly taken aback, hearing a touch of grievance and unwillingness in his voice...

"I... I... how did you handle it before?" Qiao Mo softly asked.

His eyes were deep and fixed on her, making no sound.

Qiao Mo swallowed, and spoke again: "Or... or did you have any... bed partner before? Could... could you call her over now?"

As soon as the words were out, the previously sensual atmosphere in the room vanished instantly, turning cold as winter.

His gaze grew a few degrees colder, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes: "If I still have to call someone else, why did I buy you?"

Qiao Mo was slightly taken aback, biting her lips and looking at him without speaking.

Yes, wasn’t she just the bed partner he bought...

Otherwise, why else would he buy her?

She was foolish enough to think of asking another woman to come over and put out the fire!

How naive she was...

Qiao Mo gently lowered her eyes, was it inevitable she couldn’t escape?

Gazing at the cold little face beneath him, Fu Nancheng stared at her for a long time, his eyes tinged with a layer of blood redness.

Heh, would she even be with him if it weren’t for Qiao Xuan’s surgery.

How laughable that he thought she had him in her heart.

"Get out!"

Fu Nancheng suddenly got up, speaking in a cold voice.

He walked into the bathroom without looking back.

Qiao Mo gently opened her eyes, dazedly watching his back and listening to the sound of water in the bathroom...

He had two wounds on his body... they mustn’t get wet.

Qiao Mo stared at the tightly closed bathroom door for a while, slowly got up, took a set of clean black pajamas and men’s shorts from the wardrobe, placed them on the bed, and then quietly left the bedroom, curling up on the sofa in the living room watching TV.

After Fu Nancheng finished showering, his face remained fiercely cold.

Looking at the pajamas on the bed, he was a bit lost.

Until eleven at night, seeing that Qiao Mo still hadn’t returned, he finally couldn’t help but walk to the living room.

In the slightly cool living room, a woman was curled up asleep on the sofa, covered with a thin blanket, her face reflecting the light from the TV, and she wasn’t sleeping soundly.

Fu Nancheng involuntarily walked over.

He gazed at her for a moment, struggling slightly.

Eventually, he gently carried her back to the big bed in the bedroom.

How long it took was unknown, Qiao Mo slightly turned over, noticing a bit of light coming from the direction of the window.

She gently opened her eyes and saw a tall figure, wearing a set of black pajamas, sitting at the desk flipping through the computer, browsing something, while a few documents were placed beside him, occasionally making slight paper-turning noises.