The man forcefully shook off his arm, somewhat flustered.
But the woman on the bed, having been thrown off, was unwilling to give up. She propped herself up, wrapped her legs around the man's waist again: "Don't go! I haven't had enough... Just now you made me feel so good..."
"Bitch! Get the hell off me." The man was getting anxious, trying several times to shake off the woman clinging to him.
Yet the woman held him tightly and reached down towards him: "Yes... I'm a bitch... Give it to me!"
"..."
The indecent words echoed in everyone's ears, making it hard to look directly.
"This Qiao Mo is so shameless."
"Really, has she gone mad?"
The chatter around was growing louder, Fu Nancheng's father frowned, just about to have someone separate the two entangled figures in front of him.
A familiar voice sounded: "What's happening over here? It sounded like someone called my name."
Hearing the voice, everyone turned their heads, only to freeze the moment they laid eyes on Qiao Mo.
