There's not even a sofa in the study room, how... how can we sleep...
While speaking, Fu Nancheng had already placed her on the desk, hands wandering all over.
"Mmm... be gentle..."
Qiao Mo couldn't push him away, half-heartedly resisting, but ultimately it was inevitable that she was thoroughly ravished by him.
*
The midnight breeze was slightly cool, Fu Nancheng held Qiao Mo from behind, standing on the balcony of the study, gazing at the distant sea, watching the vast starry sky, feeling the cool sea breeze. Scenes from the past involuntarily resurfaced in his mind.
Like a movie, scene after scene, so clear, so deep.
Thinking back on how they met initially, her helplessness when she woke up in the hotel, to the deep hatred he held for her, and then later, how he bullied her into breaking up with Jing Hao...
One incident after another, scene after scene.
All so clearly displayed before his eyes.
