novelraw Chapter 338 Between Love and Not Love (15)
Chapter 338 Between Love and Not Love (15)
Fu Nancheng seemed a little drunk, kissing her lips wildly.Qiao Mo placed her hand on his chest, turned her head trying to avoid him: "Fu Nancheng... you’re drunk..."
His large hand, scorching hot, slid effortlessly into her blouse, landing on her lower back, feeling somewhat coarse compared to her delicate, snow-white skin.
"Fu Nancheng!" Qiao Mo forcefully grabbed his large hand to stop his actions.
"Xiao Mo..." He slowly opened his blurry eyes, looking absentmindedly at the woman in front of him.
The eyebrows and eyes are obviously identical... How could he be mistaken...
How could it be wrong?
Faced with his slightly saddened gaze, Qiao Mo also felt a pang of bitterness in her heart.
"Xiao Mo... you are her... you are her, aren’t you..." He looked at her, speaking softly, with a hint of eager longing in his eyes, hoping to hear a definite answer from her mouth.
His tone was very light, but it felt like a heavy hammer striking her heart.
Qiao Mo felt an inexplicable bitterness in her heart; the person he loved... was just that woman in his memory, wasn’t it?
After looking into those dark eyes for a long time, Qiao Mo finally lowered her eyes and whispered: "You know, I’m not."
His eyes turned red, carrying a trace of restraint, watching her for a long time.
Finally, he slowly lowered them.
The two of them silently stood in a stalemate for a long time, just staring at each other, neither of them speaking again.
A few seconds later, he suddenly held her willow waist tightly, so forcefully, almost as if trying to merge her into his own bones and blood.
Qiao Mo felt a bit dazed, raising her hand in an attempt to push him away.
But when her touch reached his elbow, she couldn’t bring herself to be cruel.
He held her tightly, burying his head in the crook of her neck, inhaling the fragrance between her strands of hair, like a wounded child...
Qiao Mo only felt a surge of discomfort, a heavy blockage in her chest.
At this moment, even though he held her tightly, it still made her feel that he was so far away from her, so lost.
...
After tossing and turning for a long time, he finally fell asleep.
Qiao Mo sat by the bed, looking at that innocent handsome face in a daze.
After who knows how long, she finally came back to her senses, reached out gently to pull the quilt over him, turned off the bedside lamp, and walked out of the room.
Early the next morning, Qiao Mo woke up very early.
As soon as she came out of the guest room, she saw him coming out after taking a shower, and the moment he saw her, his gaze paused slightly.
There was an indescribable awkwardness and depression between the two of them.
They ate some breakfast together, the entire process still silent without a hint of conversation.
After breakfast, Qiao Mo sat on the sofa, looked at him, and said softly: "Fu Nancheng..."
He raised his eyes, looked at her without speaking, seeming to be waiting for her to continue.
Her gaze fell on him, her two plain hands crossed and placed on her lap, constantly tightening, appearing a bit uneasy.
After a few seconds, she finally spoke: "Since I’m not her, can you... can you let me leave?"
As soon as her words fell, he froze on the spot, looking at her in a daze.
As if he never expected her to suddenly make such a request...
Seeing him not responding, Qiao Mo added again: "I’ll return the money to you..."
Her repeated words finally brought him back to his senses.
But in an instant, his eyes were filled with a surging anger, extraordinarily gloomy, his gaze unusually cold: "Don’t even think about it!"
As soon as he finished speaking, without waiting for Qiao Mo to say more, he grabbed his coat, turned around, and left, leaving her with just a silhouette.
Qiao Mo’s back was drenched in a thin layer of sweat, the bitterness in her heart growing even stronger, as his figure disappeared, her entire body completely collapsed.