Seeing the panic and nervousness in her eyes, his gaze grew more sinister.
Was she really so concerned about the man outside the door?
The hostility in his eyes faded slightly as he withdrew his hand, sliding it along her waist.
The softness of her skin was like the finest satin, and as it touched his palm, it inexplicably awakened a desire within him that gradually became uncontrollable.
Fu Nancheng leaned down slightly, his voice tinged with a cold indifference, whispered softly in her ear, "What do you not want?"
The scorching heat of his palm and the indifferent words made Qiao Mo stiffen like a stone.
Her lowered eyelashes trembled slightly, telling herself repeatedly in her heart that it wasn't as if he hadn't slept with her before; a couple of touches wouldn't make her lose a piece of flesh...
Where his fingertips passed, there was a unique coolness yet strangely made her feel scorching hot. Qiao Mo tightly lowered her eyes, as if enduring some unbearable torture.
Her expression brought a hint of sarcasm to Fu Nancheng's eyes.
'Bang—!'
A box of tissues on the sink was squeezed and fell to the floor, causing Qiao Mo, who had been tense, to tremble slightly. She instinctively looked at the closed door, terrified that any sound would escape.
She wasn't sure if they had made some rustling sounds after all, but the knocking on the door came again, a little closer this time: "Xiao Mo? Are you in there?"
Qiao Mo was terrified, her whole body shaking. Tears that she had been holding back spilled over, sliding down her cheeks one by one: "No..."
One of Qiao Mo's hands pressed tightly against Fu Nancheng's hand, her whole body stiff like a piece of wood, afraid he would make another move. With tears in her eyes, she shook her head and said, "No..."
But Fu Nancheng wouldn't listen to her. Even though her sweaty little hand was pressing down on his, it didn't stop him: "Tell me, if he saw you like this, would he still like you?"
Qiao Mo's heart trembled violently, and her tears flowed even more fiercely.
As she constantly avoided him, her fingers suddenly touched something. She turned her face to see, in a haze, a delicate glass ashtray came into view.
Qiao Mo's eyes reddened, and she instinctively grabbed the ashtray in front of her and smashed it against his head!
'Bang—!'
After a dull thud, the sound of glass shattering on the floor exploded.
Qiao Mo, with reddened eyes, jumped down from the sink and looked at the man in front of her, retreating continuously...
The glass ashtray shattered into pieces on the floor, stained with traces of blood, a complete mess.
Fu Nancheng felt a sharp pain in his head, and soon a rush of warmth slid down his forehead. The bright red blood on his overly pale face looked especially horrifying, making him even colder.
Qiao Mo stared at this scene in a daze, not expecting him... to bleed so much, her hands trembling continuously, tears falling one after another from her face, in a panic.