novelraw Chapter 286: You Are Many Years Late (5)
Chapter 286: You Are Many Years Late (5)
"Who’s looking at you?" Qiao Mo’s cheeks flushed, a bit angry out of embarrassment.He lightly curved his lips: "You tell me."
Qiao Mo dared not meet his gaze, only feeling that his eyes were like two jars of honey, inexplicably capable of suffocating her.
"You... your leg hasn’t healed yet, why are you moving around?" Qiao Mo couldn’t help but feel worried.
After all, even with crutches and a wheelchair, he still hadn’t been put in a cast.
"Afraid you’ll forget what I look like again." He spoke softly, with a hint of sadness in his eyes.
Seemingly affected by him, Qiao Mo stared at him in a daze.
She carefully observed his brows, eyes, nose, mouth...
As time passed, she seemed to have become especially familiar with him. Now, as she looked at him seriously, it seemed as if she was etching him into her mind bit by bit.
Did she really forget him once?
The two of them stared at each other silently, and he didn’t urge her.
Until over ten minutes later, he softly asked: "Have you remembered?"
"Uh-huh." Qiao Mo responded instinctively.
He curved his lips in satisfaction: "Good that you remember."
Only then did Qiao Mo come back to her senses. Her face turned even redder, and she quickly lowered her head, stubbornly saying: "Who wants to remember what you look like, narcissist."
He leaned in closer to her again, and Qiao Mo was already curled up in the corner of the sofa.
At this moment, she felt as if his presence enveloped her from all sides, making it impossible to hide, causing her heart to race.
"What... what are you doing?"
He said softly: "Thinking of a way to make sure you remember."
"Uh... have you thought of one?" Qiao Mo looked at him with wide eyes, a hint of curiosity in them.
"Uh-huh, I have."
"What is it?"
He gently pecked her cheek, his tongue lightly kissed her glistening earlobe, and said in a low voice: "Then remember who was the first to take you."
Qiao Mo became increasingly flustered, involuntarily recalling the scene in the hotel back then.
She remembered that piercing pain... remembered the marks he left on her body...
With a trace of unease, she reached out her hand, fleshy fingers pushing against his face, both her hands pushing his handsome face far away: "You... you stay away from me."
Fu Nancheng sat up straight, raised an eyebrow, and said blandly: "The best way is to sleep with you every day, so the first person you see when you open your eyes is me."
Qiao Mo, her face flushed, pushed him away, glaring at him angrily, only feeling that he was becoming more and more shameless.
Fu Nancheng looked innocent, but there was a hint of provocation in his eyes instead.
Qiao Mo huffed lightly and ignored him, clutching her journal as she turned around on the sofa, facing away from him.
The corners of his lips slightly lifted, his eyes full of indulgence.
He didn’t tease her further, only recalling that text message from before, his gaze sinking again.
The night steadily grew deeper.
Fu Nancheng sat at the desk starting to work, while Qiao Mo remained lost in her thoughts on the sofa, holding a pen and frequently spacing out.
Until it was close to eleven o’clock, she glanced at the man still busy, and couldn’t help but speak: "Get some rest early."
"Uh-huh." He responded softly, closing the computer.
Qiao Mo helped him onto the bed, but who would have thought.
As soon as he settled, he grabbed her arm, pulling her onto him.
She immediately bumped into his firm chest, even through the fabric she could feel his warmth, and Qiao Mo was afraid of pressing on his leg, quickly trying to get up.
But he firmly held her tight, unwilling to let go.
"Fu Nancheng, you still have an injury on your leg..."
"Uh-huh, then be careful."