Fu Ziqian forcibly pulled Qiao Chuchu into his arms.
Of course, Qiao Chuchu refused. She struggled and squirmed.
But Fu Ziqian still managed to hold Qiao Chuchu in his arms, making her so angry that she scratched Fu Ziqian's chest with her nails.
Her nails dug into his chest, making a 'squeak, squeak' sound.
Fu Ziqian looked down at the fresh scratch marks on his chest.
"Didn't I satisfy you? So hungry so soon?" Fu Ziqian's deep, hoarse voice sounded above Qiao Chuchu's head.
"..."
Qiao Chuchu was stunned for a moment before she reacted, her face turning crimson.
Fu Ziqian, this shameless man. Angrily, she scratched his chest again, this time drawing blood... Fu Ziqian looked down at his now scarred chest.
"If others see these wounds... they'd definitely think we were very passionate." Fu Ziqian said.
Qiao Chuchu, even more furious, scratched at Fu Ziqian's wounds again.
Fu Ziqian drew in a sharp breath.
Though the wounds were small, they still hurt a lot.
