CHAPTER 202: CHAPTER 202: FU NANCHENG, MY HEART ACHES (6)

The spicy liquid coursed through her intestines, carrying with it a hint of indescribable bitterness.

Qiao Mo laughed heartily, quickly shifting her gaze to the next person and urging, "Next one."

Someone reacted quickly and continued, "Come on, come on... who’s next!"

Jiang Jinghao looked at her somewhat absentmindedly, a faint sense of loss flashing in his eyes.

Qiao Mo felt a tightness at her waist, turned her head, and met Fu Nancheng’s deep eyes, smiling slightly, "What’s up?"

He stared at her without speaking, seemingly reaching into the depths of her soul.

Before long, the bottle fell into Yan Jiu’s hands once again.

As expected, the mouth of the bottle pointed at Qiao Mo again.

Yan Yiheng leaned elegantly on one side of the sofa, legs crossed, with a look full of arrogance, took a deep drag of his cigarette and said again, "What position does Third Brother like?"

"Good!!!"

Around them came a chorus of cheers, accompanied by bursts of applause.

Facing those wanton almond eyes, Qiao Mo’s cheeks burned. No matter how thick her skin was, compared to these old hands in the romantic scene, she was not even close to a match.

Perhaps it was the alcohol, but her little face was tinged with a blush, and her snow-white earlobes began to turn red, like pearls, transparent and clear.

Qiao Mo knew that Yan Yiheng was clearly trying to make things difficult for her.

No wonder Fu Nancheng hadn’t stopped this childish game from the start...

Facing his seemingly smiling gaze, she felt that face was as seductive as it was devilish, as bright as peach blossoms, making one avoid its sharp edge.

Yan Yiheng didn’t urge, seemingly waiting for her answer.

Qiao Mo finally avoided it, her face flushed, and raised her glass to drink in one go.

This time, she could only admit defeat.

She wanted to say "same as you."

But such a tactic, used once was enough; twice would be pretending to be clever...

Moreover, she vaguely felt that Yan Yiheng had more moves waiting.

If she really said "same as you," he would probably tell his favorite position, and Fu Nancheng would remember it, truly wishing to try it would be a loss!

In fact, Qiao Mo guessed right.

Seeing her drink directly, a trace of disappointment flashed in Yan Yiheng’s eyes.

Women that are too clever are truly not cute in the slightest!

The bottle fell into the hands of a woman next to Yan Yiheng, and after a spin, it pointed to Qiao Mo again by some strange chance!

Yan Yiheng immediately gave her a hard pat, praising, "You really know how to please the lord!"

The woman giggled, glowing with his compliment, her beautiful eyes sparkling.

The woman’s gaze fell on Qiao Mo, seeming to have received Yan Yiheng’s instruction, nodding slightly.

After suffering twice, Qiao Mo simply said this time, "Truth or dare."

"Tsk tsk... Little Sister Qiao, that’s not fair!"

The woman moved the glass closer to Qiao Mo, speaking, "Feed this drink to a man, mouth to mouth."

Qiao Mo paused slightly, looking at the glass in front of her, lost in thought.

Mouth to mouth?

She slowly reached out, picked up the glass, and her eyelashes trembled lightly.

She knew she could still refuse, but if she refused again, this would be the third time.

The next round, she wouldn’t even have the right to say no.

Qiao Mo’s gaze swept over Jiang Jinghao, then looked at Fu Nancheng; the man’s gaze was deep, watching her silently.

Qiao Mo’s heart turned slightly cold, and she finally lowered her eyes, raising the glass, still planning to refuse.

Seize the day, drink today, and worry about the next round when it comes.

But just as she put down the glass, her chin hurt.

Fu Nancheng pinched her chin, leaned down, and pressed his lips firmly against her delicate mouth, sucking and kissing deeply.