The ground felt like cotton under her feet, and she could barely walk in high heels.
He remained still, lying on the sofa, watching her.
Until she silently started walking toward the door, his expression darkened again: "I haven't let you leave yet."
Qiao Mo was somewhat angry, saying coldly, "Is Mr. Fu's need still unmet?"
A hint of danger flashed in his eyes, and Qiao Mo turned to open the door.
But in the next moment, she was pulled back by him and pinned against the wall: "You really are only passionate when you're beneath me."
"You!" Qiao Mo's eyes were swollen and red.
"Who was crying for mercy not long ago? Hmm?" he said quietly.
Qiao Mo glared at him.
He chuckled lightly, then immediately reached to pull at her clothes.
"You bastard... What else can you do besides forcing me... Why should I say I love you!" Qiao Mo pushed away his hand and cried out loud.
He was stunned.
