Until her lips began to swell and numb, her whole body limp.
Fu Nancheng finally let her go, turned grim-faced, and left the bedroom.
Sometimes he truly felt this woman was here to torment him. Every time he teased her a bit, he ended up burning with desire himself, seeing her yet unable to have her.
...
After Fu Nancheng left, Qiao Mo slowly got down from the table after a while, her legs weak as she walked to the door and locked it.
Waiting for the blush on her cheeks to gradually fade, her lips still carried his clear scent.
Draped in a thin blanket standing by the window, she opened it to let the sea breeze blow in. The salty cool sea breeze dissipated the lingering flair in the room, cooling her mind.
She somewhat hated herself, hated her own incompetence.
Clearly, she was annoyed by his domineering, childlike nature, hated him for not even allowing her to see Jing Hao one last time.
Yet, unfortunately, her resistance to him grew weaker and weaker.
