Chapter 12: An Inevitable Encounter on a Narrow Path (5)
Seeing the panic and nervousness in her eyes, his gaze grew more sinister.
Was she really so concerned about the man outside the door?
The hostility in his eyes faded slightly as he withdrew his hand, sliding it along her waist.
The softness of her skin was like the finest satin, and as it touched his palm, it inexplicably awakened a desire within him that gradually became uncontrollable.
Fu Nancheng leaned down slightly, his voice tinged with a cold indifference, whispered softly in her ear, "What do you not want?"
The scorching heat of his palm and the indifferent words made Qiao Mo stiffen like a stone.
Her lowered eyelashes trembled slightly, telling herself repeatedly in her heart that it wasn't as if he hadn't slept with her before; a couple of touches wouldn't make her lose a piece of flesh...
Where his fingertips passed, there was a unique coolness yet strangely made her feel scorching hot. Qiao Mo tightly lowered her eyes, as if enduring some unbearable torture.
Her expression brought a hint of sarcasm to Fu Nancheng's eyes.
'Bang—!'
A box of tissues on the sink was squeezed and fell to the floor, causing Qiao Mo, who had been tense, to tremble slightly. She instinctively looked at the closed door, terrified that any sound would escape.