novelraw Chapter 287: You Are Many Years Late (6)
Chapter 287: You Are Many Years Late (6)
He turned to press her beneath him, scattering gentle kisses on her cheeks and neck, his large hand naturally slipping into her clothes...Qiao Mo grabbed his hand, dodged slightly, and softly said, "The window... the window isn’t closed properly."
"Mm."
Seeing that he still had no intention to let her go, Qiao Mo looked at him and softly said, "The window isn’t closed, can you close it?"
Fu Nancheng stared at her for a long time, realizing it was just an excuse for her to avoid him.
A sense of disappointment rose in his heart.
Perhaps, he was too impatient.
He kissed her lips and softly said, "I can’t move."
"I’ll move, you just stay put." Qiao Mo pretended to get up, ready to close the window.
Fu Nancheng watched her, his expression somewhat subtle.
Qiao Mo didn’t notice at all, only thinking about escaping his clutches.
"What did you say?" He couldn’t help but find it a bit amusing, speaking again.
"I said I’ll move, you just stay put..."
"Alright, then you move yourself." His tone was ambiguous, with a faint smile in his eyes.
It took Qiao Mo a few seconds to react and come to her senses.
Realizing he and she were not talking about the same thing, she couldn’t help but flee.
With her face burning, she ran to the window to shut it.
Really...
She was just responding to what he said. He said he couldn’t move, so she said she would...
Unexpectedly... unexpectedly she fell for it again.
Lingering by the window, unwilling to return, Qiao Mo felt her whole body was burning hot, not daring to look at him again.
Fu Nancheng watched her back, his gaze gentle.
Until two minutes later, worried she might catch a cold, he warmly said, "Are you tired? Do you need my help..."
What... what tired...
How tiring can it be to close a window?
Why does he have to speak so ambiguously.
"Didn’t you say you can’t move?" Qiao Mo drew the curtains, looking at him with a blushing face full of grievance.
Fu Nancheng calmly said, "Yes, but for you, I can still manage."
Qiao Mo’s face was burning fiercely, knowing she was no match for him, so she simply kept quiet.
A few minutes later, the lights in the room went out.
He held her, seeing her body was still burning hot, couldn’t help but smile a little.
It seemed teasing her was especially interesting, too easy for her to blush and be shy.
"Why are you so warm?" He reached out and gently touched her small face.
"No... just a bit hot." Qiao Mo pushed his hand away, only hating that he asked knowingly!
"Do you want me to cool you down?" His chest pressed tightly against her back, not leaving a sliver of a gap.
"No need..." Qiao Mo’s face was flushed.
Cooling down... sounds nice... everyone knows how he plans to do that.
"In a little while, the poached eggs will be done." After a moment of silence, he spoke again.
"Hmm?"
Qiao Mo blinked her watery eyes in the dark, "What poached eggs?"
His chin gently rested on her shoulder, his large hand starting to wander up again, with a husky voice he softly said, "Your poached eggs..."
"You... you you!"
Qiao Mo was furious and sat up from the bed immediately.
"Fu Nancheng! Who are you calling poached eggs!"
That man casually turned on the bedside lamp, his gaze landing on her, giving her a once-over, he spoke in a calm tone: "You."
"You... you... I’m not a poached egg!" Qiao Mo was filled with shame and anger as she looked down at her chest.
Are they really that small... although they aren’t that big...
But they aren’t that small either!