novelraw Chapter 238: Hate me, I Give You Reason to Hate (9)
Chapter 238: Hate me, I Give You Reason to Hate (9)
"Huh? Speak! What part haven’t I touched?" He grabbed her chin and stared straight at her.Qiao Mo’s chin ached with pain, her eyes were red, and her nose felt sore.
She lowered her gaze and said softly, "Fu Nancheng, I hate you!"
His gaze paused for a moment, then it turned mischievous as he once again kissed her lips hard.
"Since you hate me anyway, what’s the difference with more or less?"
He kissed her forcefully, and the wound on her lips, just scabbed over, broke open again, filling their mouths with a thick taste of blood.
He kissed her neck haphazardly, leaving a series of marks on her flushed skin once more.
As if only by doing so could he prove that she belonged to him.
It wasn’t until a few minutes later that his movements paused, his gaze swept over the mist on her eyelashes.
His eyes were slightly moist as he looked away.
His heart ached relentlessly.
He suddenly got up and left the room, his steps halted slightly at the entrance, and he said coldly, "You’d better not test my patience again."
With that, there was a ’bang’ as the door was tightly shut.
He went straight to the study, standing outside the window feeling the sea breeze.
He smoked one cigarette after another, like a child abandoned, his dark eyes full of hurt.
Leaning on the railing, gazing at the sea, Fu Nancheng involuntarily let out a light laugh, perhaps from beginning to end, he was just a joke, an obstinately foolish joke.
But he laughed and laughed, he couldn’t laugh anymore.
His deep black eyes were somewhat hazy.
She truly hated him, didn’t she?
Or perhaps now, she loathed him.
There was still a trace of blood on his lips, and as he wiped it gently with his thumb, a hint of self-mockery appeared in his eyes.
Ludicrous that the wounds he left her with were for her love for another man.
...
After he left, Qiao Mo slowly got up.
She took out her diary, curled up on the sofa, and in the faint yellow light, began to write softly...
Until ten at night, Fu Nancheng pushed the door open and entered.
Qiao Mo instinctively closed the diary, hiding it behind her, and looked at him warily and coldly.
Fu Nancheng’s gaze faltered slightly, he slowly walked toward her.
Qiao Mo retreated a bit, but he didn’t seem to care.
He gently placed the ointment in his hand on the edge of the coffee table, just within her reach.
With a touch of sarcasm in her eyes, she said, "Should I thank Mr. Fu for his thoughtfulness?"
He pursed his lips in silence, glanced at her, and turned to leave.
Qiao Mo reached out, grabbed the ointment, and threw it toward his back, "I don’t need your fake kindness!"
He had made her like this, and now he pretended to be considerate?
Didn’t he find it ridiculous?
With a ’pop,’ the ointment hit his back and fell to the ground.
Fu Nancheng’s footsteps halted slightly, he slowly turned around, picked up the ointment, placed it back on the coffee table, looked at her coldly, and said in a deep voice, "I don’t mind helping you apply it."
Qiao Mo’s heart tightened, she lowered her eyes and dared not speak again.
Fu Nancheng took a deep look at her and turned to leave.
The bedroom quickly became quiet again, Qiao Mo still did not touch the box of ointment, instead using her bare foot to kick it to the ground.
The ointment rolled on the ground, turning over twice, and then settled down in a somewhat aggrieved silence.