Qiao Mo's pupils shrank—it's Jing Hao!
Immediately, Qiao Mo pushed the man in front of her away, trying to sidestep to leave: "I..."
But Fu Nancheng was not someone easy to contend with, and Qiao Mo hadn't even finished her sentence.
He once again grabbed her wrist, pulling her back and pinning her against the wall. His other hand imprisoned her waist as he leaned down and fiercely claimed her lips, biting them madly.
"Xiao Mo, are you there?" Jiang Jinghao's voice drew closer and closer, accompanied by the sound of knocking.
"Um..."
Qiao Mo hadn't even had time to react; she felt a sharp pain on her lips as his chilling aura seized her mouth, like a storm sweeping over, carrying a heart-stirring warmth that threatened to drown her, like giant waves rising with the onset of night.
Qiao Mo's mind exploded with a 'boom,' instinctively reaching out to push him away.
"Um... let me go..." Her hand trying to push him was swiftly restrained and pinned against her back.
Taking advantage of her opening her mouth, Fu Nancheng easily pried her pearly teeth apart, domineeringly invading her entirety, regardless of her frantic efforts to avoid him, firmly entangling with her.
Qiao Mo's eyes flushed red with urgency, tears welling up pitifully, but they were no match for his strength; she couldn't break free: "Um..."
The air grew thinner and thinner, Qiao Mo's face turning scarlet, her vision gradually blurring. She felt the world spinning, her body growing weak; had his hand not been supporting her waist, she feared she would collapse onto the ground...
Finally, she didn't know how long it had been, Qiao Mo finally regained her freedom, immediately breaking away from his large hand: "Let me go! Bastard!"
Her eyes were misty with water, a mix of terror and hatred directed at the man before her, an indescribable sense of humiliation swelling within Qiao Mo's heart.
Fu Nancheng gripped her wrist, sneering, "You can be a bit louder, then he might hear you."
Qiao Mo turned her head towards the door, about to speak, when she suddenly caught sight of her excessively disheveled appearance in the mirror opposite her.
The lipstick, originally applied meticulously, was now smeared across her chin, blurring a large area. The collar of her dress had somehow been rubbed open, exposing large patches of skin. Her watery eyes were bright red, filled with a mist, like a frightened rabbit.
Her throat suddenly felt blocked, she lowered her eyes to hide the tears swelling in them, reluctant to let them fall...
If Jing Hao saw her like this, what would he think?
How would he see her?
Even if she really called him in, what could possibly happen?
A man like him, how could he possibly be a match for Fu Nancheng; it would only get him into trouble.
"Not planning to call him in?" Fu Nancheng smirked again, with a hint of ridicule in his voice.
Qiao Mo lowered her eyes, choking up, "Mr. Fu, what exactly do you want?"
The laughter in the man's eyes deepened, glancing at the locked door, he said slowly, "Should I help you open the door?"
As he spoke, he made a gesture to reach out.
"No!" Qiao Mo's heart tightened, she grabbed onto him again, her grip so strong her knuckles turned white.