To this day, she still couldn't accept it.
He turned around and pulled her back again, bending down to kiss her lips fiercely.
Qiao Mo didn't dodge, she simply said slowly, "Is Mr. Fu thinking I haven't vomited enough?"
A flash of hurt crossed his eyes as he gently pinched her chin: "How long do you plan to torture yourself?"
Qiao Mo said nothing.
"Speak!"
"Mr. Fu, what you said is really interesting. When have I tortured myself? I eat well, dress well, and sleep well. What a strange question you've asked." Qiao Mo gave a sarcastic smile, her eyes somewhat misty.
"Okay, then how long do you plan to punish me?" There was a hint of restraint in his voice.
"What, it's only been a short time and you can't take it anymore!" Qiao Mo's eyes were bloodshot as she pushed away his big hand.
He looked at her, dazed.
Qiao Mo said coldly, "Do you know how long you've treated me like this? Six months, or eight months? Or a year?"
