novelraw Chapter 388 Your Gaze is Like the Sea (3)
Chapter 388 Your Gaze is Like the Sea (3)
Damn... what is he doing?Why does he keep looking at her like that...
Qiao Mo only felt that his gaze was indescribably intense and profound, so deep that she couldn’t withstand it.
Perhaps because she was distracted, a slip caused the blade to cut a small nick on his chin, a tiny dot of red appearing.
Qiao Mo’s heart tightened, and she instinctively kneeled upright.
But because of the sudden movement, she neglected her own injury, and a tugging pain made her body go limp, breaking out in a cold sweat, almost falling to the ground.
Fu Nancheng caught her immediately, and Qiao Mo was momentarily stunned, realizing she had fallen into his arms. She forgot to react and just wanted to get up.
"Don’t move," he said in a deep voice, a frown on his brow.
Qiao Mo was somewhat out of it. He still carried the scent of his bath, a comforting smell that made her forget to react.
He carefully placed her on the bed, his brows furrowed as his large hands moved to lift her hospital gown.
Qiao Mo’s heart tightened, and she hurriedly grabbed his hand, "You... what are you doing..."
He gave her a quick glance, "I’m checking the wound."
"No... no need."
At this moment, how could Qiao Mo care about the pain? She had nothing on under her hospital gown, honestly...
He ignored her and still pushed the gown upward, his gaze traveling from her waist upwards.
Her snow-white skin was exposed to the air, smooth as if made of cream.
Qiao Mo’s cheeks turned red, feeling both ashamed and angry, yet she couldn’t stop him. Even her nose began to sweat slightly.
As the hem of the dress reached her chest, seeing no bleeding from the wound, his tightly furrowed brows relaxed a bit, and he let out a breath.
His gaze fell again an inch below her chest, where a thick white bandage was wrapped. It possessed an ascetic beauty, accentuated by her flat abdomen, further stimulating the senses.
Perceiving his unrestrained wandering gaze, Qiao Mo’s face was burning.
A few seconds later, she couldn’t help but cover his eyes, "Don’t look..."
He lifted his gaze, and she could feel his eyelashes gently brush against her palm, tickling her.
He withdrew his sight, looking no more, but instead gently pressed her beneath him, softly taking her hand away and gazed closely at the woman below: "Shy?"
She avoided his eyes uneasily, turning her head away, ears flushed red.
He curved his lips slightly, intently studying her flushed face, "Blushing."
Bastard...
She was not.
He softly said, "Beautiful."
Qiao Mo reached to cover his face, trying to push him away. Unexpectedly, he took the opportunity to kiss her palm, startling her, she quickly withdrew her hand.
"Does it hurt?"
"Hmm?" Qiao Mo was puzzled, somewhat entranced by his dark eyes.
"The wound."
"Mm."
Qiao Mo nodded slightly. Just now, it really pained her enough to break out in a cold sweat.
He gazed at her, speaking slowly, "Why did you shield me from the bullet?"
Not expecting him to ask this, a flicker of panic crossed her eyes, like a secret laid bare: "I... it was just instinct. If it were... if it were someone else, I’d do the same."
"Is that so?" he squinted slightly, his gaze tinged with gloom.
Qiao Mo shrank her neck; she dared not meet his eyes.
"Who else are you planning to protect, hmm?" he pressed on, gripping her chin, unwilling to let go easily.
"I... I..." Qiao Mo stammered, utterly at a loss, feeling terribly guilty.