He stared at her in silence, instead gripping her hand tighter.
Qiao Mo tugged at her hand, trying to break free from his large hand, but after a few seconds, her fingers were a little red, and she still couldn't break free.
"Fu Nancheng, I..."
But she didn't know when his face got so close; when she looked up, her lips brushed against his slightly cool, thin lips, gently pressing together.
Qiao Mo froze, her heartbeat quickened, thumping...
She looked at him in a daze, inexplicably nervous.
His gaze was deep, as dark as the night before dawn, so profound it seemed as if it could drip water.
Before she could dodge, his large hand gently fell on her waist, and his moist tongue lightly licked her lips, attempting to deepen the kiss.
Qiao Mo's ears instantly turned a few shades redder, and her cheeks felt a bit hot.
She hurriedly stepped back a few steps, not daring to meet his gaze.
His eyes were a bit deep but he didn't force her, gently letting go.
