CHAPTER 192: CHAPTER 192 THINGS HAVE CHANGED (2)

Qiao Mo tried to push him away, but instead he clasped her slender hands and restrained her behind her back.

Qiao Mo’s eyes ached, and she fiercely bit down on his lips!

His movements paused slightly, he lifted his gaze, and saw the resistance in her eyes, gradually releasing her a bit.

In an instant, a faint taste of blood spread between their lips and teeth, Qiao Mo looked at him with reddened eyes, stared at the drop of blood on his lips, feeling a tinge of vengeful satisfaction, and a pale smile appeared at the corner of her lips.

"Hate me?"

Qiao Mo simply looked at him with reddened eyes, saying nothing.

A hint of self-mockery flashed in his eyes, his thin lips pressed again against hers, and just like she did earlier, he bit down hard on her lips.

"Mhm... it hurts..." Qiao Mo couldn’t bear it like he could, and tears instantly rolled down her cheeks, a soft moan escaping her lips.

The bloody taste between their lips and teeth hadn’t dissipated and surged again, but this time it wasn’t his, it was hers.

His heart softened, ultimately unable to be as ruthless as he intended.

In no time, the scent of blood was shared between their lips and teeth, merging indistinguishably from whose it belonged.

Qiao Mo lowered her gaze and stopped struggling, her eyelashes gently trembled, enduring silently.

Perhaps she should have realized earlier, she couldn’t ultimately resist him.

His kisses gradually softened, and after more than ten minutes, he finally released her.

Qiao Mo immediately pushed him away, with an indifferent expression, walked toward the elevator.

He stood there, dazed, and after a few seconds, lowered his gaze and turned to leave.

...

The car did not drive directly back to Nanshan Villa, but instead found a nearby restaurant.

From last night until now, neither of them had eaten anything.

He knew if Qiao Xuan’s surgery didn’t end, she wouldn’t have the appetite, so he hadn’t forced her.

But now it was noon, and he was still worried.

After getting out of the car, Qiao Mo silently followed behind him.

The entrance of the club resembled the doors of an ancient official residence, with not many people and a very tranquil atmosphere.

He walked in front, she behind.

Qiao Mo remained silent throughout, following him inside. The environment within Tingyu Pavilion was quite nice, with bamboo forests standing tall, intricate rock formations, streams gently flowing, carrying the freshness and natural beauty from the aftermath of a rain over a secluded mountain.

She had heard of Tingyu Pavilion before, rumored to only accept six tables of guests each day, with dishes that were exquisite and varied, often requiring months in advance to book a spot.

Unexpectedly, he was able to enter with ease.

Thinking about it, Qiao Mo felt a bit self-mocking.

Of course, he was Fu Nancheng... in Jiang City, what could he possibly not obtain?

After taking a few steps, Fu Nancheng suddenly stopped, his gaze fell on a corner of the winding corridor, his brows furrowed slightly with a cold sharpness.

Why was he here?

Qiao Mo didn’t notice until she walked beside him, suddenly feeling a powerful hand on her waist.

She looked up at Fu Nancheng, following his gaze, and couldn’t help but be stunned.

And at this moment, at the other end of the corridor, among a few silhouettes, one gentle and elegant figure stood out, wearing a beige coat and white scarf, with a mild expression, conversing with someone beside him.

Qiao Mo’s pupils contracted, her whole body stiffened.

Jing Hao... it turned out to be the long-unseen Jiang Jinghao...

The man opposite also seemed to sense their gaze, lifted his head slightly, and became stunned, staring at Qiao Mo, completely oblivious to what the person beside him was saying.

"Let’s go." Fu Nancheng’s grip tightened a bit, causing Qiao Mo’s waist to ache, and she finally snapped out of her daze.