novelraw Chapter 387 Your Gaze is Like the Sea (2)
Chapter 387 Your Gaze is Like the Sea (2)
Walking to the sofa, he wiped the water off his body.From the clothes Nanny Wang brought, he picked out a set and threw it on the sofa, preparing to change clothes.
Qiao Mo quietly raised her eyes, sneaking a glance at his back.
Broad shoulders, slim waist, narrow hips...
Truly too perfect to be true.
Except for the scars on his body, which were somewhat shocking.
Recalling scenes from the past, she couldn’t help but feel a bit lost until he somehow turned around and walked to her, his handsome face no more than half an inch away from her, bringing her back to reality.
"What... what are you doing?"
Qiao Mo, with swollen eyes like a rabbit’s, stammered out.
Why is he... why isn’t he putting on clothes...
His deep, dark eyes carefully examined her beautiful eyes, warm breath spraying onto her face: "Do you like it?"
"Hm?" Qiao Mo was momentarily stunned, unable to react.
"Like watching?"
Her small face instantly reddened a bit more, avoiding his gaze, she shook her head like a rattle.
His large hand landed on top of her head, gently pressing: "Don’t shake, it will hurt."
She raised her eyes to look at him, her gaze carrying a trace of curiosity, her fingers fell on his stubble, and touched it: "Not shaved."
"Mm, Nanny Wang forgot to bring the razor over."
He lightly grabbed her fingers and kissed them.
Qiao Mo hurriedly pulled her fingers back, turned her head to look out the window, her ear lobes uncontrollably reddening slightly.
He chuckled softly, changed into casual clothes, and shortly after, a bodyguard brought in an old-fashioned blade razor: "Young master, the one you asked for."
"Mm."
Fu Nancheng took it and first set it on the bedside, then turned to pour a cup of water.
Qiao Mo glanced at his back, reached out and picked up the light blue old-fashioned razor, starting to fiddle with it.
Though Qiao Dehou also shaved in the past, now he mostly uses electric razors, she really hadn’t seen much of this kind with blades, but wouldn’t using it cut the skin?
As soon as he turned around, he saw her sitting by the bed playing with the razor, like she had found something amusing.
"Have some water." He handed the cup to her, trying to take the razor back.
But Qiao Mo dodged, not intending to give it to him.
He chuckled softly, looking at her indulgently: "The blade is sharp, be careful not to hurt yourself."
Qiao Mo didn’t speak, still studying the old-fashioned razor, she even tried it on the back of her hand.
He sat on the bedside watching her, until minutes later, seeing she hadn’t lost interest, he turned to ask Nanny Wang to prepare more lunch for her.
But as soon as he turned, Qiao Mo reached out and grabbed his hem.
Following that fair little hand upward, his gaze fell on her small face: "Hm?"
"I’ll help you." Qiao Mo raised the razor in her hand, her eyes filled with enthusiasm.
"You?"
Qiao Mo nodded, slowly sitting up straight, struggling to move her legs, sitting cross-legged on the bed, letting him sit on the edge.
He didn’t refuse, really sitting quietly in front of her, turned slightly, very close to her.
Qiao Mo slowly raised the razor, truly and earnestly began shaving him.
The blade was very sharp, working quickly.
However, she wasn’t very familiar with the angle and technique of using it, so she was extra cautious, afraid of accidentally cutting him.
She wore a blue and white striped hospital gown, lifting her arm, sitting in front of him extraordinarily serious.
He watched, captivated by her, his gaze tender.
Over ten minutes passed, Qiao Mo’s hand paused slightly, and she gently raised her eyes to meet his gaze, inexplicably a bit shy, again withdrawing her gaze.