Seeing that the woman's mind wasn't on him at all, Fu Nancheng was both annoyed and furious. He refused to believe that he was less charming than the two little kids.
"Hmm... don't mess around... don't touch," Qiao Mo was a bit nervous but couldn't stop him.
The sound of the door lock continued, occasionally making Qiao Mo worry that the door might suddenly open.
"Isn't the door locked... is it just closed?" She asked uneasily.
"Uh, seems like it."
Fu Nancheng responded discontentedly, but in the next moment, he finally became one with her.
Qiao Mo grunted, her eyes filled with rage as she murmured, "Bastard!"
"Who's a bastard!"
"Hmm... ah..."
Qiao Mo couldn't help but let out a soft moan, biting her lip hard, afraid that the sound would reach outside the door.
'Bang bang bang!'
"Mama mama! Mama, open the door!"
"Papa! Mama... what are you doing!"
Qiao Mo's cheeks were flushed red, yet her little mouth uncontrollably let out broken notes, "Hmm... slow down... slow down!"
