novelraw Chapter 394 Your Gaze is Like the Sea (9)
Chapter 394 Your Gaze is Like the Sea (9)
Fu Nancheng looked at the wrapping paper on the ground: "The gift’s been opened."Qiao Mo was afraid he would ask, yet he did: "Uh... yeah, it’s opened."
"Eat the fruit."
Luckily for Qiao Mo, he didn’t pursue the matter further and handed her the cut fruit.
"Why is your face so red?" He walked to the bedside and reached out to feel her forehead.
Qiao Mo closed the book and placed it beside the bed, avoiding his large hand: "It’s just a bit warm..."
"Warm?"
"Uh, maybe the air conditioning is set too high." Qiao Mo replied earnestly, her small face was flushed like it had been brushed with fine rouge.
Fu Nancheng glanced at her, noticed the light sheen on her forehead, and turned to adjust the air conditioning down by two degrees.
Seeing that he wasn’t suspicious, Qiao Mo breathed a sigh of relief.
But the next second, her chin was suddenly caught by him.
Qiao Mo’s heart pounded wildly, as he moved closer to her, she felt her heart was about to leap out of her throat, convinced she’d soon get a heart attack.
"You... what are you doing?"
He squinted at her flushed face, remembered something, and said slowly: "Giving you another chance."
"Ch... chance?"
"My technique."
Qiao Mo forced a laugh: "Wh... what technique?"
He leaned slightly, his warm breath scattered over her neck, carrying his distinct scent: "You know."
Qiao Mo’s face was burning: "I... I don’t know."
His eyes slightly narrowed, his thin lips curled into a dangerous arc: "Need me to refresh your memory?"
"No!" Qiao Mo immediately shook her head like a drumstick, her stuttering gone, her face slightly pale.
His expression darkened, his gaze cold and sharp.
What does this woman mean?
Is his technique really that bad!
The room’s temperature dropped considerably, little goosebumps appeared on Qiao Mo’s arms, facing his dangerous gaze, she nervously swallowed, regretting turning the air conditioning down.
"Your technique is especially good! Really exceptionally good... better than others by a countless measure? Truly!" Qiao Mo looked at him sincerely, her face earnest.
His lips twisted into a cutting arc, his gaze dangerous, speaking with a chilly tone: "What, you’ve tried with others?"
Qiao Mo’s face stiffened, wishing she could bite off her tongue.
Her mind... is this something to compare!
He lifted her chin a bit more, speaking slowly: "You’d better explain, who are the others?"
Qiao Mo laughed dryly: "It’s just a figure of speech... a bit exaggerated..."
"Hmph, there better not be anyone. Or I’ll chop them up and throw them in the river to feed the fish!" He snorted coldly, his gaze sinister, not seeming to joke. For more chapters visıt Nov3lFɪre.ɴet
"No, no... absolutely no one!"
Upon hearing this, his expression softened slightly, turning to walk towards the sofa.
Only then did Qiao Mo relax a bit, feeling relieved... but just as she looked up, her heart flipped nervously again, staring at his pants, nearly about to cry.
God, are you really playing me like this!
The thong shorts she’d originally stuffed behind the pillow somehow hung onto his pants, and as he stood up, they followed him out.
"Fu... Fu..." Qiao Mo nervously spoke.
He stopped, turned around, and looked at her.