"Wuwu... don't..."
"Let me go..."
"Fu Nancheng... I don't want... I don't want it anymore..."
But he was completely unwilling to pay heed, his gaze deep as he kissed her collarbone, "Have you thought of the answer?"
Qiao Mo's tears fell like rain, her small hands scratching blood marks on his back, refusing to speak no matter what.
He simply stopped asking, choosing instead to wildly conquer, galloping within her body.
Until the sky lit a pale white, the dawn gradually brightening, he still hadn't managed to get Qiao Mo to lower her head and yield, as she had already cried herself unconscious, her eyes swollen like walnuts.
No matter how much she kept begging him not to, repeatedly pleading for him to let her go, she ultimately refused to provide an answer to his question.
Fu Nancheng slowly left her body, his index finger lingering on her lips, somewhat unwilling to part.
Truly... such beautiful lips... how could they always say such hurtful things.
