The sketchbook in her hand suddenly fell to the side, and Qiao Mo found it somewhat overwhelming, her breath becoming heavy.
He gently nibbled on her lips, entangled with her for a while, and then slowly moved away from her cherry lips.
Qiao Mo's lips felt a bit numb as she looked at the handsome face that was less than an inch away from her, her breathing becoming heavy.
"Who was that man just now?" he asked in a deep voice, his gaze tinged with jealousy.
"Met at the party." Qiao Mo replied softly, reaching out to wrap her arms around his neck.
The light inside the car was a bit dim, yet he always made her feel emotionally tangled and confused.
"He likes you." Fu Nancheng's thin lips were drawn into a tight line, fully demonstrating his unease.
Qiao Mo laughed softly, finding it amusing.
Obviously, it was only their first meeting, how could he possibly like her.
But seeing his serious demeanor, she still said, "In your eyes, does every man in the world like me?"
