"Fu Ziqian, what are you trying to do?" Qiao Chuchu asked, her face flushed, gritting her teeth.
"You told me to talk less." Fu Ziqian nibbled softly on Qiao Chuchu's ear, "Talking less naturally means doing more."
He deliberately emphasized the word 'do'.
"..."
Qiao Chuchu struggled more furiously.
But Fu Ziqian pinned her securely against the wall. No matter how she struggled, he didn't let go even a bit.
This feeling of anger and powerlessness really made her so mad she wanted to kill someone!
If murder were not illegal, she would have dismembered Fu Ziqian long ago.
Such an annoying bastard like Fu Ziqian should be dismembered.
"Didn't they say it's quite fun? Everyone joining in together is fun, don't you agree?" Fu Ziqian whispered lightly, biting Qiao Chuchu's ear, his hand slowly reaching under her nightgown...
