Her tone was calm, without sarcasm or any unnecessary emotion, as if she was stating an indisputable fact.
Yet it was precisely this fact that made Fu Nancheng's expression darken.
Damn woman!
Was she feeling triumphant now?
Due to the effect of alcohol, Qiao Mo's little face was flushed, with a hint of drunkenness, fastening the buttons of her shirt one by one, indescribably enticing.
As if dissatisfied with her triumph, he suddenly pressed his right forefinger harshly against her glistening lips.
Qiao Mo, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, stiffened all over and looked up at the man in front of her.
"Fu..."
Her red lips parted slightly, and she had only uttered half a word before his forefinger suddenly slipped into her mouth.
Qiao Mo's little face turned burning hot, and she turned her head trying to avoid him, but his finger pursued her even more closely, making Qiao Mo's eyes involuntarily redden: "Mmm..."
