CHAPTER 206: CHAPTER 206: FU NANCHENG, I FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE (10)

Jing Hao chuckled lightly, his clear eyes tinged red: "Fu Nancheng, she’s not yours."

Fu Nancheng’s gaze grew increasingly cold and fierce, carrying a hint of menace, as his lips curved into a slight arc: "It seems you are determined to oppose me."

In the long corridor, the two stood facing each other, their eyes like swords and arrows, shooting out cold glimmers that intersected in the air.

Qiao Mo felt a tightness in her heart, clearly sensing a hint of... murderous intent emerging from him.

"Fu Nancheng..."

She spoke softly, and he withdrew his gaze.

As soon as he turned, her kiss fell upon him, covering his lips with a faint taste of wine, distinctly soft.

Qiao Mo placed a hand on his shoulder, slightly tilting her small face upward, somewhat shyly sucking on his lips...

Qiao Mo slowly opened her somewhat dazed eyes to look at him, her gaze carrying a touch of intoxication, slightly blurred.

Fu Nancheng’s gaze deepened slightly, his Adam’s apple bobbed.

His large hand tightly seized her waist, pinning her against the wall at the end of the corridor, deepening the kiss with aggression and madness.

The brisk air instantly penetrated the air around her, his breath became distinctly heated...

Qiao Mo leaned against the cool wall, reaching out to hug his neck, trembling gently in response to his affection, her eyelashes unwittingly dampened.

As time passed bit by bit, due to the alcohol, Qiao Mo’s thoughts became sluggish.

All her senses were fading, and for the first time, Qiao Mo was so earnest.

Fu Nancheng slowly opened his eyes, looking at the woman in front of him, somewhat losing control.

Her small face was flushed, with a hint of drunkenness, tears lingering on her eyelashes, driving him to madness for no reason!

His dark eyes were dyed with a strong desire, as the faint stubble grazed her delicate skin, making Qiao Mo slightly uncomfortable: "Mm..."

His Adam’s apple bobbed, his large hand wrapped around her lower back, capturing her lips again, gently biting.

The lips swelled with pain, and Qiao Mo finally slowly opened her eyes.

The blurred vision fell on the end of the corridor, but it was already empty, Jiang Jinghao’s figure was nowhere in sight.

The tears she had been struggling to hold back instantly fell like raindrops, leaving streaks on her fair face.

Fu Nancheng slowly released her, looking deeply at the woman before him, without speaking.

Qiao Mo watched him through tear-filled eyes, choking up: "Fu Nancheng, I feel terrible inside..."

Seeing she was already drunk, he picked her up in his arms, walking out while softly saying: "Well, that’s how heartbreak is."

She leaned against his chest, her eyes lowered, large tears rolled down from her eyes again, she whispered: "But it was you who caused my heartbreak..."

He pressed his lips together without a word, and after a few seconds, he slowly said: "Then fall in love again."

Qiao Mo was somewhat dazed, looking at him absentmindedly without speaking.

After a long while, she closed her eyes in a daze, softly saying: "But you just won’t let me go..."

Half an hour later, Qiao Mo sat in the car, leaning against him already deeply asleep, tears still clinging to her eyelashes.

Fu Nancheng’s suit covered her body, he looked out the window, a hint of loneliness flashed in his eyes.

More than ten minutes later, he withdrew his gaze, intending to smoke, but after glancing at the woman in his arms, he silently put the cigarette box down.