Feeling him leave, Qiao Mo's once passionate kiss gradually cooled, merely woodenly accepting Fu Nancheng's conquest.
As if sensing her sudden indifference, Fu Nancheng's gaze turned cold, and he fiercely bit her lips.
"Ouch... it hurts."
The scab on her lips broke again, oozing a hint of blood, aching so much that her eyes stung, forcing her to withdraw her gaze, holding back tears as she looked at him, wanting to escape.
But Fu Nancheng tightly trapped her in his arms: "Use me and then leave?"
Qiao Mo was slightly stunned, absent-mindedly looking at him...
So, he knew all along.
He knew all of this was just for Jiang Jinghao to see.
Qiao Mo lowered her gaze, her small face flushed, softly saying, "I need to go to the restroom..."
Only then did Fu Nancheng release her. Qiao Mo immediately stood up and hurried away before he could speak.
"Third Brother, take care~" Yan Jiu waved at Fu Nancheng with a mischievous smile, seemingly in a good mood.
