novelraw Chapter 362 Year-End (5)
Chapter 362 Year-End (5)
Without waiting for Qiao Mo to speak, he indeed got up and turned around to walk out of the bedroom.Qiao Mo looked at the plate on the table, cleaner than her face, and felt like crying without tears. Eat slowly? He even told her to eat slowly...
What was she supposed to eat?
With her head drooping, she tossed the rice spoon aside.
Qiao Mo rested her chin in her hand, feeling wronged. She was hungry too, wasn’t she... He didn’t leave her any at all.
Looking at her hand wrapped up like a rice dumpling, Qiao Mo thought angrily, it’s not that his bandaging skills are inconsistent, it must be that this scheming jerk had planned it all along!
In fact, Qiao Mo had guessed correctly.
That certain man indeed had premeditated plans, but it extended beyond just the dishes on the plates.
Just as Qiao Mo sighed with her chin in her hand, the bedroom door opened once more.
She immediately straightened her back, trying hard to see what he was carrying, but she wasn’t tall enough, and he was holding it too high, so she couldn’t clearly see what he was carrying despite craning her neck for quite a while.
Fortunately, he didn’t deliberately hide it.
Soon enough, he placed the tray he was holding onto the side coffee table and replaced the empty plates on the low table.
Upon seeing plate after plate of food, Qiao Mo’s eyes lit up. She snorted, giving Fu Nancheng a sidelong glance with mischief. At least he still had some conscience.
Fu Nancheng, now in pajamas, sat very close to her side.
Feeling a bit uncomfortable, Qiao Mo moved over slightly, just as she was about to pick up the spoon, the spoon and the messy rice bowl she had just put down ended up in his hands first.
Qiao Mo was slightly stunned, not having time to react.
The spoon was already filled with food and brought to her mouth.
Seeing the heaped spoonful, Qiao Mo’s cheeks turned a bit redder, and following the fair and clean hands, her somewhat flustered gaze fell on his face.
What... what was he doing?
Fu Nancheng just patiently watched her. Seeing her deer-like eyes uneasily studying him, he didn’t explain, but said in a deep voice, "Open your mouth."
Her face instantly grew redder, starting from her small earlobes, staining them with a touch of blush, like cinnabar dripping into water, gradually diffusing.
"No... no need, I can do it myself." Qiao Mo awkwardly avoided his gaze.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I’m sure." Qiao Mo quickly nodded, like a chick pecking at rice.
"Alright." Hearing this, he then put down the spoon and bowl, placing them back in front of her where she could easily reach them.
Qiao Mo didn’t dare lift her head, quickly grabbing the spoon in her hand.
Thankfully, the whole scoop had already been prepared for her, which spared her the awkwardness of being unable to scoop up the food.
Pretending to be calm, she used her right hand, wrapped like a bear’s paw, to grip the spoon handle, shakily lifting the spoon.
Breathing a sigh of relief, she had to give him credit for preparing it in advance.
But soon, Qiao Mo realized she had rejoiced too soon.
Because a certain man, who seemed to have an exaggerated mastery of physics, had filled the spoon too full with just a casual scoop of food, so that as soon as she raised it twenty centimeters high, the food on the spoon wobbled precariously, threatening to fall off at any moment.
Qiao Mo’s heart tightened suddenly, a thin layer of sweat beading on her nose. Her bright eyes widened in focus, watching the spoon intently like a child worried their block tower might topple, cautiously.
The room was silent, with almost only the occasional sound of wind blowing.
Out of place, a light cough suddenly sounded.
"Cough..."
"Ah!" Qiao Mo cried out in surprise.