He turned to press her beneath him, scattering gentle kisses on her cheeks and neck, his large hand naturally slipping into her clothes...
Qiao Mo grabbed his hand, dodged slightly, and softly said, "The window... the window isn't closed properly."
"Mm."
Seeing that he still had no intention to let her go, Qiao Mo looked at him and softly said, "The window isn't closed, can you close it?"
Fu Nancheng stared at her for a long time, realizing it was just an excuse for her to avoid him.
A sense of disappointment rose in his heart.
Perhaps, he was too impatient.
He kissed her lips and softly said, "I can't move."
"I'll move, you just stay put." Qiao Mo pretended to get up, ready to close the window.
Fu Nancheng watched her, his expression somewhat subtle.
Qiao Mo didn't notice at all, only thinking about escaping his clutches.
"What did you say?" He couldn't help but find it a bit amusing, speaking again.
"I said I'll move, you just stay put..."
