Snapping back to reality, she instinctively wanted to push him away.
But he released her first, leaning close to her ear and saying slowly, "You're always pushing me away, aren't you afraid I'll be angry?"
His voice was low and deep, carrying an inexplicable allure.
The warm breath fell on her ear, tinting her cheeks with a flush.
She wanted to dodge a bit, but there was nowhere to escape, so she simply lowered her gaze and whispered, "Mr. Fu is not that petty."
His pupils were deep, reflecting her figure.
"What to do? I'm always very petty when it comes to you..."
His breath was slightly cool, with a faint chill.
Qiao Mo looked at him, somewhat dazed, under his burning gaze, her whole body felt softened a little.
Her small mouth was shining under the streetlights on both sides of the road, becoming more bewitching.
His lips moved closer and closer, only a few millimeters away from hers.
Qiao Mo's breathing became heavier, daring not to move recklessly.
