Qiao Mo bit her lip tightly, her whole body convulsing, yet still unwilling to beg for mercy.
His eyes flickered with a trace of coldness: "Heh, afraid Jiang Jinghao will hear, huh?"
She remained silent, and he rammed into her body again, his gaze sinister, his voice cold: "I want you to scream for him to hear."
He took her time and again.
In the end, Qiao Mo couldn't bear it any longer, nearly breaking down: "Wuwu... Fu Nancheng... I beg you... please..."
"Beg me for what?" he pressed in a deep voice.
"Let me go... let me go..."
Qiao Mo choked out, her vision going dark, and she fainted.
Fu Nancheng was slightly taken aback, the hostility in his eyes dissipating somewhat.
He finally released her slowly, only then noticing that some blood had seeped out from beneath her at some point.
Looking at her swollen eyes, he felt a bit dazed.
He got up, walked to the window, lit a cigarette, and stared into the distance, feeling somewhat lonely.
