Fu Yuxiu stared at her, his gaze profound, making it impossible to decipher his true emotions.
He stood up and paced towards Qiao Zhaoyue.
Qiao Zhaoyue glared at him warily, "Mr. Fu, may I ask you...?"
Before she could finish her sentence, Fu Yuxiu suddenly pushed her down onto the bed, propped his arms on either side of her body, and looked down at her.
Qiao Zhaoyue's pupils shrank abruptly, and her breathing instantly stagnated.
"Fu..." She struggled to squeeze out a word, but due to lack of oxygen, she repeated it several times, only able to produce a single syllable.
He leaned in closer to her, his handsome face just inches away. His nose brushed against her soft skin, bringing ripples of shudders.
"I've become curious about you, what should I do?"
Having said that, he disregarded Qiao Zhaoyue's shocked and confused expression, leaned down, and captured her lips, dominating all her space.
