"They'll hear us." Fu Nancheng spoke again, his lips brushing against her cherry lips as they moved.
Qiao Mo silently looked at him, inexplicably nervous.
She only felt that his body was unusually scorching.
"Close your eyes." He spoke in a deep voice.
Qiao Mo stared at him in a daze for a while, but his dark eyes seemed to have magic, easily mesmerizing her.
Her mind went blank, and she slowly closed her eyes.
He couldn't help but close his eyes as well, his kiss falling on her lips again, feeling unusually soft, with a faint sweetness, as he greedily sucked.
'Knock, knock, knock!' A series of knocks suddenly sounded at the door.
"Miss, do you need any help?"
A clear voice suddenly pulled Qiao Mo's wandering thoughts back.
She instantly opened her eyes, realizing what she was doing, her face burning with embarrassment and a bit of regret!
Fu Nancheng reluctantly let her go, glanced at the dress she was wearing, and softly said, "It's changed."
Qiao Mo remained silent.
