Forbidden Game: Ruthless CEO, Please Set Me Free
Chapter 32: As Boring as Wood (4)

Chapter 32: Chapter 32: As Boring as Wood (4)

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."

"Really? Prove it to me."

Qiao Mo was momentarily stunned, tears welling up in her eyes, looking at him blankly.

Until she was almost lost in those deep black eyes, she finally lowered her head, her blurry gaze landing on the belt at his waist.

As time ticked by, Qiao Mo finally slowly raised her hand, her fingertips landing on the delicate belt buckle, trembling.

He didn’t rush her, his gaze falling on her soft, white hands, growing even deeper.

Qiao Mo’s hand continued to tremble lightly, hesitating for a long time before finally undoing his belt bit by bit.

In the instant after the belt was undone, Qiao Mo instinctively looked up at him, but seeing that he said nothing, she lowered her gaze again, her hands slowly climbing to his chest, starting to unbutton his shirt.

She was so close to him that with a slight dip of his head, he could see her delicate collarbones, the air filled with the fresh scent of her post-bath fragrance, her slow movements causing an unbearable itch in his heart.

Fu Nancheng’s throat tightened, and he threw her onto the soft bed.

Qiao Mo felt a pain all over, feeling as if the world was spinning, and before she could react, a strong leg forcibly wedged between hers.

Her eyes moistened, lightly biting her lips, but she made no sound.

She was unwilling.

But she couldn’t be unwilling.

Seeing him approach aggressively, Qiao Mo instinctively grabbed his rough hand, her eyes red as she spoke, "As long as I’m willing, Mr. Fu won’t trouble Jing Hao anymore, right?"

Fu Nancheng’s gaze grew even colder, holding her chin tightly, saying coldly, "Jing Hao? You like him that much?"

Qiao Mo lowered her gaze, saying nothing.

What use is it to like or not like?

From the moment she stepped into Caesar’s, there was no longer any possibility for them.

Seeing her remain silent, Fu Nancheng let out a cold laugh, hiding the pain in his eyes, "Fine, as you wish."

With those words, his kiss harshly pressed against her lips, and Qiao Mo instinctively turned her head to avoid it, but this unintentional action brought redness to his eyes!

Did she really hate him that much?

He lifted his hand and harshly pinched her cheeks, the frantic kiss falling on her soft lips again, not allowing her to refuse, like a torrential storm enveloping everything instantly.

He kissed her fiercely, like a wild beast gone mad, as if wishing to devour her whole.