Fu Nancheng held himself up for over ten seconds without moving, sweat as big as beans trickling down his forehead.
Qiao Mo was also a bit stunned.
Did she... did she cripple him with that kick!
"Qiao... Mo!"
At this moment, a voice squeezed out from between clenched teeth viciously pronounced her name, making her shiver.
Qiao Mo's throat became somewhat dry, and when she met his gaze, she became even more flustered.
"I... I didn't do it on purpose!" Qiao Mo quickly explained.
She... she had actually done it on purpose!
But admitting it at a time like this, unless she was insane!
The tension seemed to ease slightly. Fu Nancheng, with a dark expression, got up from the bed and approached Qiao Mo step by step, his face as cold as if he wanted to devour her.
Damn it, she actually dared to kick him.
Qiao Mo's small face turned pale bit by bit, retreating step by step as he advanced.
