He looked at the woman beneath him, his voice husky with expectation, "Xiao Mo... is it okay?"
Qiao Mo's eyelashes trembled slightly, she raised her eyes to meet his dark gaze.
In his eyes was a deep desire, so intense it almost melted her.
His breathing grew heavier, yet he continued to hold back, waiting for her answer.
"Hmm..." Qiao Mo's heart softened, and she responded softly, which was answer enough.
The suppressed desire in his eyes suddenly surged like a tide, vast and overflowing, almost consuming her.
Qiao Mo felt utterly useless... She had clearly promised to make him pursue her, but unexpectedly she conceded so quickly.
Alright, her resistance against him probably lasted just seventy-two hours.
Qiao Mo's lips were parched with longing.
She quickly grabbed his large hand to stop him from moving further.
Fu Nancheng paused slightly, a thin layer of sweat forming on his forehead as he looked at her, "Xiao Mo."
