"Seducing me?" he spoke again.
"I didn't... I didn't..." Qiao Mo's eyes were slightly red, her voice tinged with a sob.
She didn't want to look... but he kept making her look...
"Reading a book on sexual relationships so intently next to me, and you say it's not seduction?" Fu Nancheng's lips lightly touched hers, not forcefully. When he spoke, Qiao Mo could feel the gentle brushing, like a feather caressing.
"I... I really didn't know it was this kind of book."
"What kind of book?"
"Just... just... a book about sexual relationships."
There was a hint of amusement in his eyes: "Isn't it about human origins and heritage?"
"Fu Nancheng... if you keep talking, I'm going to get angry!" Qiao Mo couldn't outtalk him, feeling like she couldn't clear her name even if she jumped into the Yellow River, her beautiful eyes glaring widely.
"Now you're angry out of shame."
He chuckled lightly, finding her flustered state particularly amusing.
