Chapter 11: An Inevitable Encounter on a Narrow Path (4)
Qiao Mo's pupils shrank—it's Jing Hao!
Immediately, Qiao Mo pushed the man in front of her away, trying to sidestep to leave: "I..."
But Fu Nancheng was not someone easy to contend with, and Qiao Mo hadn't even finished her sentence.
He once again grabbed her wrist, pulling her back and pinning her against the wall. His other hand imprisoned her waist as he leaned down and fiercely claimed her lips, biting them madly.
"Xiao Mo, are you there?" Jiang Jinghao's voice drew closer and closer, accompanied by the sound of knocking.
"Um..."
Qiao Mo hadn't even had time to react; she felt a sharp pain on her lips as his chilling aura seized her mouth, like a storm sweeping over, carrying a heart-stirring warmth that threatened to drown her, like giant waves rising with the onset of night.
Qiao Mo's mind exploded with a 'boom,' instinctively reaching out to push him away.
"Um... let me go..." Her hand trying to push him was swiftly restrained and pinned against her back.