novelraw Chapter 290: You Are Many Years Late (9)
Chapter 290: You Are Many Years Late (9)
Qiao Mo inexplicably wanted to retreat, but her hand was firmly held, making it impossible to break free.Fu Nancheng’s dark eyes were like water, gazing at her silently.
Though she had a cold, aloof nature since she was a child, she somehow always drew people’s eyes, making them want to protect and pamper her.
If she remembered correctly, the orphanage director and teachers all treated her well back then.
Although her temperament wasn’t particularly likable, she somehow made people want to spoil her.
But what he hadn’t expected was, after all these years had passed,
the coldness in her had faded a little, replaced by a touch of coquettishness and a kind of alluring beauty that might invite ill intentions from men.
Looking at her rosy lips and white teeth, a trace of amorous feeling arose in his heart.
Withdrawing his gaze, he couldn’t help feeling a bit irritated inside.
How did she grow up to look like this, and he wondered how many people would be pining for her.
Avoiding his eyes, Qiao Mo finally breathed a small sigh of relief.
Yet, thinking about his recent words, her heart still drummed with anxiety.
Unable to suppress the urge to bully?
Could Fu Nancheng be a pervert...
Or does he have some peculiar fetish?
The thought gave Qiao Mo a shiver, and unable to hold back any longer, she opened her mouth, "You... you..."
He lifted his gaze, and she faltered.
"You... you wouldn’t... wouldn’t have some peculiar fetish, would you?"
He was slightly taken aback, his face darkening a few shades.
This damn woman, what on earth was she thinking!
Seeing the cold aura around him intensifying, Qiao Mo dared not say more, but her mind was elsewhere.
Until more than ten minutes later, pushing him to an old swing set.
She couldn’t help but be drawn to the swing.
The swing was quite simple, clearly worn with age.
Qiao Mo tried sitting on it, grabbing the chains on either side and gently swaying.
The breeze blew past, causing the hem of her clothes to flutter gently.
Not far away, Fu Nancheng watched her, his gaze soft.
"How did we meet?" Qiao Mo asked with curiosity.
If she were truly the way he described, she wouldn’t have taken the initiative to greet him, right?
Could it be that she was conquered by a handsome face?
His gaze drifted far away, as if immersed in some memory.
At that time, after she had a fight with some older kids and was injured, though luckily, the injuries were mostly just bruises.
Yet, those bruises stood out on her fair skin.
Disregarding Uncle Zhong’s advice, he sneaked out of the orphanage to buy medicine.
He remembered it seemed to be an evening.
The setting sun’s glow scattered across the courtyard, and she was still under a tree, wearing a light blue dress, with a small stool from somewhere, resting her chin as she watched other kids play.
With that same indifferent expression, she seemed somewhat out of place.
The stuffed toy she held hadn’t been replaced by the doll given by a couple; she still cuddled the somewhat dirty little rabbit.
"Here, this is for you."
As he feigned indifference when passing by her, he tossed the bottles of medicine in front of her.
She withdrew her gaze, looked at the bottles at her feet.
Raised her eyes to look at him, rolled her eyes impatiently, and ignored him.
He was a bit annoyed, intending to leave the medicine and walk away, but unexpectedly, he stopped in his tracks, "I’m talking to you."
Yet she remained silent, treating him as if he were air.
At that age, he was always defiant, never having seen a doll-like girl treat him this way.
So, he simply sat down beside her.
She seemed somewhat annoyed, moved a little further away, and still didn’t touch the medicine he had given her.