Qiao Mo was slightly dazed, silently watching him.
After a long wait, Fu Nancheng still couldn't hear her speak, sighed softly, and closed his eyes.
Just then, a gentle kiss landed on his forehead.
When he opened his eyes again, her cheeks were very close to him, silently watching him.
"It still hurts, kiss me again."
The corners of Qiao Mo's lips revealed a faint smile, looking at this childlike man in her arms, she felt a mix of emotions.
More than twenty minutes later.
They finally returned to Nanshan Villa.
Uncle Zhong quickly sent someone to support Fu Nancheng to the living room, leaving a trail of blood on the floor along the way.
After laying him flat on the sofa, Qiao Mo sat at one end of the sofa, letting him lean against her.
Qin Zhaoran glanced over and quickly cut open the leg of his pants.
Qiao Mo inhaled sharply, her eyes tingling with tears.
