"Fu Nancheng... you scoundrel!"
Qiao Mo reached out to push his handsome face away, trying to avoid him, but as she moved, she noticed his intense desire and blushed even more.
He wasn't annoyed; instead, he took the opportunity to kiss her little hand.
Qiao Mo quickly pulled her hand back, her face red like a cooked crab, "You..."
His lips were very close to hers, the distance between their faces was less than a sliver, almost touching as soon as he spoke.
His dark eyes were deep, carrying a hint of heat.
Qiao Mo didn't dare to meet his gaze directly and turned her head slightly.
His thin lips gently fell on her petite earlobe, huskily saying, "Don't move, if you move again, I won't be able to control myself."
Hearing this, Qiao Mo's whole body stiffened, not daring to move anymore.
Qiao Mo's eyelashes fluttered gently, her breathing deepened a bit.
The woman's skin was like the finest satin, delicate and smooth enough to drive him mad.
