Xiao Mei's heart was pounding wildly; she never imagined she'd have a chance to encounter such a handsome man.
But before her hand could touch his lapel, Fu Nancheng's gaze fell upon her face, deep and cold.
Xiao Mei's heart tightened, inexplicably breaking out in a cold sweat, instinctively retreating a few steps and swallowing hard.
"You come here." Fu Nancheng looked at Qiao Mo, speaking coldly.
Qiao Mo still kept her head down, staring hard at her toes, striving to pretend she hadn't heard anything.
Beside her, Sister Yang immediately reached out and pulled her: "He's calling you!"
Qiao Mo realized she couldn't avoid it any longer, slowly raising her head and shuffling her steps to stand before him.
Doesn't he have hands himself? What a pretentious act...
Does he need help to take off his clothes?
Qiao Mo stopped in front of him, daring not to look up at him; her fair hands fell on his suit jacket's lapel, moving slowly, bit by bit, helping him take it off.
