Fu Nancheng slowly approached, and Qiao Mo's heart grew tighter until the fresh scent of his post-bath body reached her nose. With nowhere left to retreat, Qiao Mo pressed her hands against the wall behind her, uneasily facing the man in front of her.
He placed his hands on either side of her head, completely enclosing her within the bend of his arms.
Qiao Mo's throat, already feeling like it was on fire, became even more parched at this moment. She involuntarily swallowed a mouthful of saliva, barely daring to meet his eyes.
His thin lips drew ever closer to her, and Qiao Mo's heart beat faster and faster, nearly leaping out of her throat.
Seeing his thin lips about to fall on hers, Qiao Mo slightly turned her head, closed her eyes, and his lips lightly brushed against her cheek, cool to the touch.
Fu Nancheng paused slightly, his gaze deepening.
Seeing her flushed little face, he snorted coldly and left with a sullen expression.
