novelraw Chapter 252: Could You Try to Like Me (5)
Chapter 252: Could You Try to Like Me (5)
Qiao Mo’s face was flushed red with embarrassment, wishing she could find a hole to crawl into.She didn’t even know why she had a sudden impulse to buy that tie at the time.
When she saw it, she just thought it would look good on him.
While she was lost in her thoughts, the sales assistant had already returned with the dress. Fu Nancheng handed the dress to her, whispering in her ear, "I’m very glad."
Qiao Mo’s face grew even hotter, and she took the dress and dashed into the fitting room, not daring to look at him at all.
Inside the fitting room, Qiao Mo waved her small hand, feeling unbearably hot.
Slowly, she changed into the dress, but she couldn’t reach the zipper on her back.
She quietly opened the door a crack, whispering, "Could you help me with the zipper?"
Shortly, a figure entered, turning to close the fitting room door tightly.
A pair of slightly cool large hands fell on her waist, embracing her from behind.
Qiao Mo felt a scorching body closely pressed against her back, a chin gently resting against the side of her face.
As she slightly turned her head, her heart leapt into her throat, and she immediately wanted to escape.
"Don’t move." He spoke softly in her ear, his warm breath scattering lightly, tickling her.
Qiao Mo froze slightly, and Fu Nancheng’s big hand gently pulled the half-zipped zipper up to her nape, reluctantly letting her go afterward.
Immediately, Qiao Mo turned around quickly, stepping back two steps to keep a distance from him.
"You... why did you come in?"
"I thought you called me."
"I... I was calling the sales assistant."
"But I’m already in now."
His gaze fell on her face, his expression indifferent, as if he really believed she was calling him.
"Then... you can leave now." Qiao Mo spoke softly.
But Fu Nancheng did not leave; instead, he gradually approached her.
Qiao Mo instinctively took two steps back, wanting to keep a distance from him.
But the fitting room was small, and now cramped with the two of them, Qiao Mo soon found herself against the wall, with nowhere to retreat.
He approached Qiao Mo, propping one hand beside her ear, enclosing her in his arms.
"Fu... Fu Nancheng."
Qiao Mo’s eyes filled with a trace of vigilance, somewhat uneasy.
Fu Nancheng lowered his head, seriously examining the woman in front of him, with dark, bright eyes, a pert nose, and bright red lips...
His Adam’s apple bobbed slightly, his gaze fiery, his voice hoarse as he asked, "Can I kiss you?"
Qiao Mo was slightly taken aback, her heart pounding fiercely.
"No... no, you can’t."
Qiao Mo immediately refused, so nervous that a thin sheen of sweat appeared on the tip of her nose.
His eyes grew a shade deeper, softly asking, "What did I just say?"
"Uh... huh?" Qiao Mo was momentarily unresponsive, absentmindedly looking at him.
"What did I just say?" He repeated once more.
Qiao Mo’s mind was somewhat sluggish, and after a pause, she said, "Can I kiss you?"
"Yes, you can."
With that, he gently lifted her chin and pressed his lips firmly against hers.
"Mmm..." Qiao Mo’s little face flushed brilliantly, unable to break free at all.
Really... tricked by him again!
His kiss gradually deepened, his large hand falling on her slender waist, increasingly hard to control.
He truly feared she would never speak to him again!
The fitting room was already cramped, and Qiao Mo’s breathing grew even heavier: "Mmm... Fu..."
"Hush, don’t make a sound." His lips lightly pressed against hers, whispering softly.
Qiao Mo gazed at him blankly, with a thin sheen of sweat on her nose, her chest gently rising and falling, feeling somewhat limp all over.