novelraw Chapter 390 Your Gaze is Like the Sea (5)
Chapter 390 Your Gaze is Like the Sea (5)
"Keep lying and see if I don’t hit you." He held her close, whispering into her ear with a hint of seduction.Qiao Mo dodged a bit, pouting slightly, "You’re heartless."
He gently curled his lips, his fingers lightly resting on her swollen eyes as he asked again, "Why were you crying?"
Qiao Mo swatted his hand away, muttering to herself, this is so annoying... why keep asking...
His gaze stayed on her small face, taking note of her little actions but not planning to let her off the hook.
Qiao Mo had no choice but to respond seriously, "Hmm... because when I thought of you leaving, I got so excited, just thinking about regaining my freedom... I couldn’t control my excitement..."
"Say that again." His face instantly darkened, with a hint of frost.
Qiao Mo shrank her neck, looking at him innocently, "You asked me to say it..."
"Have I not disciplined you in the past few days, huh?" His eyebrows were nearly standing on end with anger.
Damn woman!
So she cried out of excitement?
Fu Nancheng had an urge to strangle her in minutes, his eyes showing a hint of danger.
"I’m a patient..." Qiao Mo said softly, looking like if he bullied her he’d be heartless, making him itch.
"I’ll keep a tab." Fu Nancheng spoke with a composed face.
"No... if you do this, it’ll aggravate my condition..." Qiao Mo put on a look of anguish and despair, her rosy lips opening and closing, unusually tempting.
He couldn’t resist pinching her little face, "There’ll be plenty of chances to deal with you."
Qiao Mo rolled her eyes, expressing her discontent.
The two chatted casually, brushing off the previous awkwardness.
Whether it was because of physical injury or having narrowly escaped death’s door, Qiao Mo particularly liked sticking to him, and he enjoyed it as well.
Unknowingly, they both fell asleep.
Fu Nancheng was the first to wake up, noticing it was already late afternoon.
Smelling the faint fragrance on her body made his mind wander.
In her daze, Qiao Mo sensed something amiss.
Suddenly she opened her eyes, her face flushed red, "Fu Nancheng! You... you... you scoundrel!"
"I’ll give you a chance to rephrase." His voice was somewhat hoarse, carrying a faint warning.
"You’re taking advantage of the situation." Qiao Mo tightly grasped his big hand, not letting him move anymore, feeling slightly exasperated.
"I just wanted to have a little chat with it." He said seriously.
"You... you’re talking nonsense! I didn’t hear a thing..." Qiao Mo’s face turned even redder as she turned to glare at him.
He raised an eyebrow, "I usually communicate with it using sign language."
"You... you..." Qiao Mo was too mad to speak, unable to out-talk the rascal in front of her.
He propped up one arm, encircling her beneath him, gazing at her small face, his deep eyes slowly moving away from hers, sweeping past her nose, finally settling on her tender little lips, feeling somewhat hot.
Qiao Mo’s aura weakened a bit more, feeling nervous being watched by him, she swallowed lightly, inexplicably tense.
"Xiao Mo..."
Her eyelashes blinked uneasily, "Hm?"
"55?"
Realizing what he was asking, Qiao Mo blushed, but still argued back discontentedly, "No way!"