Qiao Mo froze, staring at him in a daze, unable to react for a moment...
His kiss was gentle, lightly holding her lips.
Qiao Mo trembled softly, her body weakening slightly, her head dizzy, like stepping on a cloud, even forgetting to resist.
He slowly released her, his gaze falling on her blank little face, yet his Adam's apple involuntarily bobbed.
If he didn't let go, he was truly afraid of taking her right there!
Her small face blushed, her eyes covered with a thin mist, somewhat vague, a thin sheen of sweat on the tip of her nose, seemingly still not fully recovered.
Fu Nancheng leaned down, slowly saying, "Lying comes with punishment."
The low, hoarse voice was extremely ambiguous, the warm breath falling on her ear, tickling.
Qiao Mo's eyelashes fluttered slightly; just as she was about to push him away, he had already let go and turned away.
Qiao Mo felt dizzy, his words replaying in her mind repeatedly.
Lying comes with punishment...
