novelraw Chapter 214: I Want You (8)
Chapter 214: I Want You (8)
"Fu Nancheng... you scoundrel!"
Qiao Mo reached out to push his handsome face away, trying to avoid him, but as she moved, she noticed his intense desire and blushed even more.
He wasn’t annoyed; instead, he took the opportunity to kiss her little hand.
Qiao Mo quickly pulled her hand back, her face red like a cooked crab, "You..."
His lips were very close to hers, the distance between their faces was less than a sliver, almost touching as soon as he spoke.
His dark eyes were deep, carrying a hint of heat.
Qiao Mo didn’t dare to meet his gaze directly and turned her head slightly.
His thin lips gently fell on her petite earlobe, huskily saying, "Don’t move, if you move again, I won’t be able to control myself."
Hearing this, Qiao Mo’s whole body stiffened, not daring to move anymore.
Qiao Mo’s eyelashes fluttered gently, her breathing deepened a bit.
The woman’s skin was like the finest satin, delicate and smooth enough to drive him mad.
His eyes grew a bit red, uncontrollably wanting to possess her immediately!
Yet he feared she would hate him even more!
At this moment, there was a sound of very light footsteps.
"Young master..."
Uncle Zhong came upstairs, looking around.
He was making a call downstairs, unsure why Fu Nancheng didn’t pick up, and had to come upstairs due to urgency.
After coming up and not seeing Fu Nancheng around, he planned to check the study and bedroom, but as he turned, he saw two feet sticking out from under the carpet by the sofa, along with a pink slipper...
Uncle Zhong quickly averted his gaze, coughed lightly, and then turned to go back downstairs.
"Stop fooling around, this is so embarrassing." Qiao Mo hurriedly sat up, her cheeks burning, yet a certain man was relentless, instead lifting her up and placing her back on the sofa.
"Fu Nancheng..."
"Just a little longer."
"Mmm..."
Before she could speak, he pulled her back into his embrace, kissing her lips again, feeling like it was never enough.
In no time, Qiao Mo felt the world spinning, her entire body going soft, closing her eyes, letting him mess around.
Until the afternoon, the two were still cuddling on the sofa; he lay on his side, while Qiao Mo nestled in his arms, her lips a bit swollen, body limp.
The afternoon sun was slightly intoxicating; the two covered with a light brown blanket, lounging on the sofa watching TV.
But Qiao Mo’s mind wasn’t on the TV at all, rather thinking helplessly that being kissed by him like this again and again... she was almost getting used to it.
Although still somewhat unsatisfied, the man who took full advantage was evidently in a good mood.
In the afternoon, he took Qiao Mo to the hospital to visit Qiao Xuan, and then they strolled by the river until eight in the evening before returning to Nanshan Villa.
After the bath, Qiao Mo sat on the sofa, looking at the notebook in her hands, her delicate brows tightly furrowed.
Indeed, these were some requests listed by a certain jealous person continuing the unfinished work from the afternoon.
"Forbidden to answer calls from strange men?"
"But... Fu Nancheng... if I don’t answer, how do I know it’s a strange man?"
Fu Nancheng glanced at her coldly.
Qiao Mo shrank her neck, muttering softly, "Even if they’re strangers, talking a couple of times will make them familiar."
His phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze growing even more somber.
"Forbidden to accept any confessions via text... Hey! Fu Nancheng, it’s their hands; if they send me messages, what can I do?"
"Figure it out yourself." The man said casually.
Qiao Mo gave him a fierce glare, then lowered her head to continue reading, "Remember that all gifts are sent with ill intentions and should be promptly thrown into the trash..."