Qiao Mo bit her lip lightly.
Unwilling!
Of course unwilling!
How could she possibly be willing?
"Speak!" He lifted her chin with such force that Qiao Mo's eyes instantly reddened.
She slowly let go of the small hand that was holding him, turned her head towards the window, and said softly, "Mr. Fu, don't you think you're asking the obvious?"
Fu Nancheng chuckled softly, but surprisingly withdrew his hand and said coldly, "I don't have the habit of forcing women. If you're unwilling, you can leave now."
Qiao Mo leaned against the wall, her eyes red like a rabbit's.
Watching the man turn to leave, she instinctively tightened her grip on his cool hand, remaining silent.
Fu Nancheng squinted at the woman in front of him, his gaze cold and silent, waiting for her to speak.
Meeting his deep black eyes, Qiao Mo finally lowered her gaze slightly, "No."
He sneered, lifting her chin, "No what?"
Qiao Mo's heart trembled slightly, and she slowly replied, "Not unwilling."
