No one expected that in the push and pull, Qiao Mo's nightgown was ripped.
Fu Nancheng's gaze fell on her fair and beautiful back, growing increasingly heated...
Qiao Mo's already flushed face grew even hotter; she didn't dare meet his eyes. She scrambled up from the floor and fled into the bedroom, wishing she could find a hole to hide in.
Not long after, Fu Nancheng followed her in.
Qiao Mo lay on the inside of the bed, facing away from the door. Though she was a bit hungry, she had no thoughts left—she just wanted to close her eyes and sleep until dawn.
Fu Nancheng slightly curved his lips and squeezed into the bed with her, gently wrapping his arm around her slender waist from behind.
At first, he was quite well-behaved. Neither of them spoke.
Qiao Mo grasped his hand through her clothes without saying a word.
He kissed her gently and murmured, "Xiao Mo..."
"Hmm?" Qiao Mo responded softly.
He turned her body over, enfolding her beneath him.
