Fu Nancheng seemed a bit displeased; with a long reach of his arm, he pulled her back.
"Where are you going?"
"I... I..." Qiao Mo stammered for quite some time, her cheeks growing redder, yet she failed to come up with a reason.
Fu Nancheng said nothing more, merely holding her tightly.
Seeing that he wasn't moving around anymore, Qiao Mo also settled down quietly.
After an unknown length of time, she couldn't help but speak again, "Fu Nancheng... did we know each other before?"
He furrowed his brow slightly, lowering his eyes in silence.
The grip of his large hand on her waist tightened a bit, unclear whether he remembered something or was feeling displeased with her.
"Ouch... it hurts."
Qiao Mo frowned slightly, tilting her head to look at his profile.
At this moment, the sky was dim, and the lamplight at the bedside cast shadows across his face, making it difficult for her to discern his expression.
