novelraw Chapter 325 Between Love and Not Loving (2)
Chapter 325 Between Love and Not Loving (2)
"You... you’re crushing me... um."As soon as she spoke, before she could finish, her cherry lips were fiercely captured by him, forcefully kissed as if demanding candy: "I’m not happy."
She slightly turned her head, blushing, wanting to avoid him.
Not happy?
Why suddenly unhappy...
But she had no opportunity to speak, nor anywhere to hide. Soon, a tingling sensation spread on her lips, leaving her whole body a bit feeble.
"Um... it hurts..."
He seemed to realize she was distracted and bit her hard.
A thin mist welled up in Qiao Mo’s eyes, feeling aggrieved.
Why is he suddenly unhappy like this?
His large hand fell on her lower back, his face growing even more displeased.
Qiao Mo felt inexplicably uneasy, feeling as if his dark eyes might overflow with water.
He withdrew his hand, afraid that if he continued to touch her, things might escalate uncontrollably.
He reached out and lightly lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze, speaking in a deep voice: "Next time you dare wear such clothes, don’t blame me for just dealing with you directly."
Qiao Mo’s face was burning, her eyelashes fluttered lightly, not daring to meet his eyes.
He refused to relent, increasing the pressure of his grip slightly: "Did you hear me?"
"Hmm..." Qiao Mo softly murmured, still a bit puzzled in her heart.
Could it be he dislikes her clothes for being too revealing...
Hearing her voice, his expression softened a little, and he directly lifted her onto his lap.
What a damnable woman!
Just thinking about her wearing such clothes and wandering around the hall, recalling those lecherous gazes, made his anger inexplicably surge.
Qiao Mo straddled his lap, lowering her head without daring to make a sound or move around.
Her small hand fell on the buttons of his shirt, gently tugging, seemingly a bit aggrieved.
"Feeling wronged, huh?" He stared at her for a while and spoke in a deep voice.
"No."
"Then why won’t you look at me?"
Qiao Mo pouted slightly: "You’re too ugly, I don’t want to look."
His face darkened, and the air around them turned even colder: "Say that again."
Ugly?
She actually dared to call him ugly!
Fu Nancheng was practically angered to laughter. In all his life, it was the first time someone called him ugly!
Under his cold and piercing stare, Qiao Mo’s heart tensed, her eyes covering with a thin mist.
After a brief standoff, she pouted and nestled into his embrace, softly holding his waist: "Can you not be so fierce to me."
Fu Nancheng’s expression gradually softened, letting out a light sigh, even the worst temper was worn down by her, leaving him no heart to scold her.
"Little thing, what am I supposed to do with you..."
A trace of doting rose in his eyes as he held her tighter.
She continued to lean against him without speaking, gently playing with his large hand, lost in thought.
More than an hour later, they returned to Nanshan Villa.
Qiao Mo hung up his suit jacket, and as she turned around, she saw his furrowed brows.
"What’s wrong?" she asked softly.
"Turn around," Fu Nancheng ordered coldly, not joking.
Qiao Mo looked at his expression again before slowly turning around, facing away from him, unsure what he intended.
Fu Nancheng’s gaze fell on her fair and delicate back, his brows tightening, lips pressed lightly together, eyes filled with intensity.
The room inexplicably filled with an eerie heaviness, making Qiao Mo somewhat uneasy.
His gaze felt like a cold blade on her back, almost slicing through her.