novelraw Chapter 300 My Woman Says Who Is Who (3)
Chapter 300 My Woman Says Who Is Who (3)
"No... I didn’t look, I didn’t peek..."Facing those dark eyes, her brain seemed to short-circuit.
"Then look now."
"I... I won’t look..."
Qiao Mo blushed as she clumsily denied it, her usually clear thoughts always turned to mush in front of him.
"Xiao Mo... you’re all wet."
"You... scoundrel!" Qiao Mo’s face was burning hot, she hurriedly stood up, threw the towel at him, and ran out of the bathroom without looking back.
He grabbed the towel and chuckled lightly.
It wasn’t until the bathroom door closed again that the smile gradually faded from his face.
Perhaps he was too impatient.
But sleeping in the same bed with her every day, seeing but not touching, he was almost going insane!
Yet thinking of her previous resistance, he lowered his gaze slightly.
She has no memory of him, maybe he shouldn’t have such demands of her.
After escaping red-faced, Qiao Mo changed her clothes, stood by the window enjoying the sea breeze, and gradually calmed down...
Just a moment later, the bathroom door opened, and a certain man forgot his underwear.
Resigned, Qiao Mo delivered it to him, then returned to the window to continue enjoying the sea breeze.
Thinking about this period, she only felt it was like a dream.
In fact, initially, she hated this man, he repeatedly humiliated her, forced her, as if wanting to trample her dignity underfoot.
But now, is she starting to like him?
Qiao Mo felt a bit distracted, realized with a laugh that she hadn’t thought about Jing Hao for a long time...
Yet she still found it difficult to accept, difficult to accept that she could like someone who constantly pressured her from the beginning.
But in the next instant, recalling all the things he had done for her, she felt shaken.
With a gentle sigh, she inexplicably felt a bit chaotic. Read full story at novel•fire.net
Before long, Fu Nancheng pushed the door open.
His gaze first fell on her back, then on the laptop on the sofa, his brows furrowing slightly in dissatisfaction.
On the computer screen was a photo, a shirtless male model, the color tone adjusted to black and white, the abs were exquisite and beautiful.
Hearing the sound of the wheelchair, Qiao Mo turned around.
He pulled her onto his lap again, frowned, and looked at the computer, "Like this type?"
She was slightly dazed, then said, "No... It’s just that the suit will require showcasing in a runway style, so I need to contact models."
Fu Nancheng’s expression relaxed a bit, he knew it... the photo wasn’t all that great?
He withdrew his gaze and said softly, "They all think we’re taking a lovers’ bath."
"Uh... huh?"
Qiao Mo looked at him, somewhat astonished.
But unexpectedly, he put on a slightly aggrieved expression, "Clearly I’m just letting them have their way."
Upon hearing this, Qiao Mo angrily pulled at his handsome face, feeling this man’s skin was incredibly thick!
Clearly, he was taking advantage, yet he still pretended to be humble!
Days passed by, and soon it was the day of the second competition.
Fu Nancheng’s leg cast had been removed a few days ago, seemingly recovering well, walking as usual.
But Qiao Mo constantly worried, after all, over a month is really not long for a bone injury.