In the next moment, Fu Nancheng suddenly pulled her back, his large hand resting on her slender waist, trapping her in his arms, as he lowered his head to fiercely kiss her lips.
Soft.
Sweet.
With a long-lost fragrance.
He lightly lowered his gaze, Qiao Mo's eyelashes trembled slightly, evidently surprised by the sudden turn of events.
She tried hard to act as if nothing happened, attempting to look at him coldly as she did last time.
But this time, it seemed to have no effect on him.
She attempted to push him away, but couldn't match his strength.
Instead, in the next moment, he lifted her up, placing her on the desk, holding the back of her head with one hand.
He seemed as if he had been holding back for a long time, like a beast released from its cage.
With caution mixed with an uncontrollable roughness and desire, the kiss that was originally somewhat gentle began to intensify.
"Mm..."
