It seemed that if she said one more word, he would immediately throw her into the sea to feed the fish.
Qiao Mo lowered her head, not daring to speak further, unwillingly lying on the bed.
A shadow of fierceness flashed in Fu Nancheng's eyes. After getting on the bed, he directly leaned in from behind, his chest tightly pressed against her back, holding her waist without a word, as if only in this way could he prove she belonged to him.
Qiao Mo initially felt a bit nervous and resistant, but his embrace was exceptionally warm, carrying a faint fragrance. Unconsciously, she fell asleep, unusually stable.
Until the early morning of the third day, Qiao Mo hurriedly got up.
School had been missed for three days; now her illness was mostly healed, and today she must go to school.
Annoyingly, she had been watching movies all day yesterday and forgot to pack her luggage.
After rushing out after washing up, Qiao Mo was stunned for a moment.
