Fine kisses covered her like a blanket, and Qiao Mo was trembling slightly, yet gradually gave up resisting.
Enough, she knew from the start that she would surely anger him.
She stopped moving, silently enduring, while Fu Nancheng started losing control.
Inadvertently lifting his head, he saw a string of tears fall down her face.
Under the warm light, like a silver needle, it pierced him deeply.
His motions paused slightly, feeling a tightness in his chest.
Noticing that he had stopped, she gently opened her eyes, painted with tears at the corners, silently staring at him without speaking.
Fu Nancheng's eyes felt a bit sore as they locked gazes for a few seconds. Then suddenly, he got up and walked out of the bedroom into the living room.
...
In an instant, only Qiao Mo was left in the room.
The temperature in the bedroom was high, but because he left, she felt a bit cold.
