novelraw Chapter 267 Visitor (7)
Chapter 267 Visitor (7)
His gaze landed on her face, silently holding back his words.His large hand remained still, as if seeking her approval.
Looking at the suppressed veins on his forehead and the deep sweat, for a moment, Qiao Mo couldn’t help but feel a touch of compassion...
The heat from under him persisted, scorching.
"Xiao Mo."
Not having received an answer for a long time, he spoke in a deep voice, his hoarse tone like a dry well, carrying a hint of longing.
Qiao Mo felt somewhat guilty, lowering her eyes to avoid his gaze.
"I... I... I want to drink some water."
After hesitating for a long time, she finally thought of a clumsy excuse.
Fu Nancheng’s eyes could barely hide the disappointment as he lay on her for a while before finally getting up to pour her some water.
But as soon as he stood up, he immediately saw the drawing paper not far away.
The paper had fallen earlier, and now it was completely unfurled.
A tall figure leapt out on the paper, seemingly just like him.
He paused, staring at the paper in a daze.
Seeing him frozen in place, Qiao Mo also turned to look.
This look, she too froze.
Really... unbelievably... unbelievably exposed!
A few seconds later, she quickly got up, attempting to pick up the drawing!
But Fu Nancheng’s actions were faster, snatching the drawing first and heading towards the desk.
"Hey, Fu Nancheng! Give it back to me!" Qiao Mo followed closely behind him to retrieve it, her little face flushed red, not knowing whether it was from embarrassment or anger.
Fu Nancheng sat at the desk, placing the drawing on it.
Once Qiao Mo caught up, she reached out to seize it.
Instead, she was pulled by him, falling onto his strong thighs.
He embraced her from behind, firmly grasping her restless little hands.
Fu Nancheng narrowed his eyes, looking at the drawing paper, and said, "A drawing of me?"
"No, it’s not!"
"Then who is it?" Fu Nancheng seriously examined the drawing paper.
Qiao Mo openly lied, without a trace of guilt, saying, "Just a model, really just a model."
"Which model?"
"Just randomly drew..." Qiao Mo couldn’t come up with an answer, so she said again.
"Oh, randomly drew me." Fu Nancheng nodded, indicating he understood.
Qiao Mo was speechless, but couldn’t outtalk him.
His gaze fell back to the drawing paper, examining it again, frowning with some dissatisfaction: "It’s just drawn a bit ugly."
Upon hearing this, she followed his gaze to the drawing paper.
Fu Nancheng seriously said, "Hmm, the eyes are a bit small, the nose bridge is a bit flat, the mouth is barely passable... Your drawing skills are lacking."
Qiao Mo protested, "What’s wrong with my drawing skills, you’re just this ugly."
He curved his lips, looked up at her, and affectionately said softly, "Still claiming it’s not me, hmm?"
"You... you!" Qiao Mo was furious, almost wanting to bite her own tongue out.
Going round and round, she was still led back by him!
He lightly pecked her face, seemingly in a good mood, and kept staring at her.
Qiao Mo blushed from the roots of her ears down to her neck, getting up to run away, yet his arms securely encircled her, leaving her unable to move.
After a dozen seconds, Qiao Mo finally couldn’t resist turning her head.
She stretched out her two pale little hands to cover his eyes: "Oh, stop looking!"
He curved his lips, grabbed one of her little hands, and placed it at his lips to kiss, feeling that his mood had never been so good.
"Afraid of looking?"
Qiao Mo withdrew her hand, ignoring him, as he leaned in to whisper in her ear: "But what if I can’t look enough."
The warm breath came at her, making Qiao Mo wish she could find a hole to hide in, yet he refused to let her flee, making her almost anxious to tears.