"That's not okay."
Qiao Mo pouted, tyrant! Dictator!
"Alright, fine... I won't buy it, won't buy it..."
In the end, she couldn't win against him, Qiao Mo had to agree.
Fu Nancheng's expression finally softened a bit, his gaze fell on her snow-white collarbone and his voice was somewhat husky: "Eat up."
"Hm... why?"
"After eating, I'll take you to exercise."
Qiao Mo was puzzled: "What kind of exercise?"
His gaze became deeper, laced with warmth, blistering hot.
Qiao Mo instinctively felt uneasy, quickly withdrew her eyes and dared not ask again, yet he leisurely said: "Bed exercise."
Qiao Mo shook her head like a rattle: "No, no... my period came."
Fu Nancheng's face darkened completely, though he seemed not to believe it.
Qiao Mo's face turned red again, shaking her head: "It really came."
...
A week later, on Friday, Qiao Mo hadn't finished work yet when she suddenly received a phone call.
