"Fu Nancheng, let's break up!" Qiao Mo spoke, somewhat fatigued.
His eyes reddened, and in the next moment, he pressed down on her tender lips, speaking angrily and uneasily: "Don't even think about it!"
Before she could react, his rough kiss frantically landed on her lips, biting, licking.
The scent of light tobacco overflowed from her lips, Qiao Mo whimpered, wanting to evade.
He grabbed her wrists, lifted them over her head, threw her onto the bed, his thigh pressing her legs down, giving her no chance to resist, wildly skimming over her lips, chin.
"Mm... let me go!" Qiao Mo's eyes reddened, her hair somewhat disheveled, only feeling that he was like a crazed beast.
"You said you'd never leave me."
An unease grew in Qiao Mo's eyes, her gaze moistening: "Let me go, you bastard!"
But his eyes were already red, not hearing a word she said, his mind filled only with the mockery and coldness he had seen in her eyes earlier.
