Forbidden Game: Ruthless CEO, Please Set Me Free-Chapter 862 - 871: Mother and Daughter (3)

In the next moment, Fu Nancheng suddenly pulled her back, his large hand resting on her slender waist, trapping her in his arms, as he lowered his head to fiercely kiss her lips.

Soft.

Sweet.

With a long-lost fragrance.

He lightly lowered his gaze, Qiao Mo’s eyelashes trembled slightly, evidently surprised by the sudden turn of events.

She tried hard to act as if nothing happened, attempting to look at him coldly as she did last time.

But this time, it seemed to have no effect on him.

She attempted to push him away, but couldn’t match his strength.

Instead, in the next moment, he lifted her up, placing her on the desk, holding the back of her head with one hand.

He seemed as if he had been holding back for a long time, like a beast released from its cage.

With caution mixed with an uncontrollable roughness and desire, the kiss that was originally somewhat gentle began to intensify.

"Mm..."

Qiao Mo’s breathing became heavier, her hands resting on the desk, somewhat unable to resist.

The temperature in the room rose rapidly, and Qiao Mo’s cheeks grew increasingly flushed.

"Xiao Mo..." his voice turned hoarse, laden with intense longing.

Qiao Mo panted heavily, lowering her eyes.

"We agreed on a non-intimate marriage."

He bit her slightly reddened lips again: "But you never said no kissing!"

Qiao Mo, still unable to resist, realized that he was still himself, even if humbled, he was still the one capable of controlling everything like a king.

Her whole body trembled slightly, as she tried to push him away, panting softly, "We agreed on... uh~"

Enticed by his advances, she couldn’t help but moan, involuntarily recalling the scene in his office a few years ago.

He murmured, "Do you know I’ve always wanted to punish you."

Her eyes slightly tipsy, she chuckled lightly, "Aren’t you afraid I would hate you?"

"Don’t you hate me now?"

"Hate... how can I not hate..."

She responded, yet she couldn’t help but ask herself, what exactly did she hate him for?

Perhaps she hated her past self more, hated the situation we were in back then.

Or, rather than hate, it might be more accurate to call it resentment.

In Qiao Mo’s blurred vision, a clarity passed by, as she slowly asked, "Aren’t you afraid I won’t want to remarry you?"

His large hand paused slightly.

"Or do you just not care anymore?"

He lifted his gaze toward her, as Qiao Mo smiled enchantingly, seemingly waiting for his answer.

His gaze deepened, staring at her, unable to discern if she was jesting or sincere.

He once thought himself to be the cruel one, but in the end, he realized she was the one.

She could heartlessly make him think she was dead, could be so cruel as to leave for three years without a word.

After a few seconds, he pulled her into his embrace, yet ultimately refrained from touching her further.

He couldn’t afford to gamble, nor could he afford to lose.

"Xiao Mo, what should I do with you..."

*

Half an hour later, Qiao Mo sat in the car nonchalantly, facing Fu Nancheng.

She thought that maybe her face had grown thick enough by now, or perhaps it wasn’t a big deal, since it wasn’t the first time anyway.