novelraw Chapter 355: You Better Behave (16)
Chapter 355: You Better Behave (16)
He still didn’t turn around, his thin lips lightly pressed together, with long eyelashes casting two shadows on his eyelids, standing there motionless in a stalemate.Because his position was close to the wall, the doctor could only see the large bloodstain on his shirt after approaching.
Hesitating for a moment, he tentatively asked, "Mr. Fu... could you turn around?"
As soon as the doctor finished speaking, he clearly felt a cold and piercing gaze sweep over him, like a dome pressing down, leaving him breathless.
His heart tightened, and a lot of sweat seeped from the doctor’s forehead.
This... what on earth is happening...
Yet Fu Nancheng was not someone he could afford to provoke, and the doctor silently lamented in his heart.
Wiping the sweat off his forehead with trembling hands, he dared not ask him to move again, but seeing the bloodstain on the shirt, he couldn’t see the wound at all, so he had to muster up the courage to say again, "Mr. Fu... your suit and shirt... could you take them off?"
"Get out!"
"But... Mr. Fu... your injury..." The doctor began to speak tremblingly, although he too wanted to leave as soon as possible, if something were to truly happen to Fu Nancheng, he wouldn’t be able to compensate with his life.
Apparently finding him too noisy, he frowned and warned again, "I told you to get out."
The doctor’s legs went limp, nearly kneeling on the ground: "But... but..."
Fu Nancheng didn’t speak this time, but the atmosphere in the room grew increasingly cold and sharp, chilling like an ice cellar.
The doctor wiped the sweat off his head, feeling like crying without tears, and turned to Qiao Mo for help, seeing the chill all around him.
Qiao Mo frowned slightly, her heart still tightly clenched, her eyes red as she looked at the man in front of her, stepping forward.
The doctor quietly retreated to the side, not daring to make a sound.
Fu Nancheng still pressed his thin lips and didn’t look at her.
Qiao Mo’s gaze slowly shifted from his face, landing on his large hand hanging by his side.
His hand was also covered with blood, his knuckles seemed to be grazed, the crimson bloodstains dyeing his fair large hand, indistinguishable whether it was hers or his.
She slowly stretched out a small hand, inching closer to his large hand, finally gently holding it.
A softness fell into her hand, intermingled with the sticky sensation of some blood, yet bringing a feeling of genuine touch.
His gaze paused slightly, his eyes drifting onto her face in a daze.
Qiao Mo didn’t look at him, holding his large hand, leading him to the sofa.
He just quietly followed her, watching her in silence.
Not until they both stopped by the sofa did Qiao Mo slowly release his hand.
His fingertips trembled slightly, seemingly reluctant, but ultimately, he just silently met her gaze.
Qiao Mo looked at him only once, then averted her gaze, landing on his suit jacket, slowly raising her hand to help him remove it.
Throwing the jacket aside, she gently lifted her hand again to unbutton his shirt.
One button... two buttons...
Because her hand was injured, her movement was slightly shaky, and the partly dried blood on her hand stained the clean parts of his shirt with more red.
But he didn’t speak to stop her, his dark eyes just quietly watching her. As if he just wanted to feel her care and concern a moment longer.
His strong, toned chest was gradually exposed to the air, his perfect pectoral muscles white and powerful, just one glance would make one’s blood rush.
But the shirt was only half-removed when the semi-dried bloodstains on his chest made the shirt and the wound stick together, making it impossible to pull them apart.