novelraw Chapter 395 Your Gaze is Like the Sea (10)
Chapter 395 Your Gaze is Like the Sea (10)
When he moved, the pair of shorts with a bunny tail fell off his pants, lying in a pink and white heap on the floor, right by his feet.Qiao Mo swallowed and softly said, "Uh... could you buy... buy me a milk tea."
He furrowed his attractive brows, examining the little thing in front of him, unsure of what she was up to.
Under his gaze, Qiao Mo’s forehead broke out in a thin layer of sweat, her throat parched, yet she had to pretend to be calm and maintain... a smile, "Okay?"
"Drink it after you recover." He gently refused.
"Then... could you get me some wontons?" Qiao Mo immediately changed her request, just wanting to get him out of the way quickly so she could deal with the embarrassing things Yan Jiu had sent her.
He didn’t respond, slightly narrowed his eyes.
He turned around and walked to the sofa, made a call to his subordinate, asking them to bring over some wontons.
Qiao Mo was on the verge of tears... who the hell needs your subordinate to buy it... I wanted you to buy it!
Fortunately, he hadn’t noticed the embarrassing heap on the floor, elegantly crossing his legs, sitting on the sofa and starting to deal with documents, along with several video conferences.
Qiao Mo had been unconscious for several days, and quite a few company matters had piled up.
Qiao Mo sighed lightly in relief, cautiously watching him for a while, seeing that he hadn’t noticed, she then carefully directed her gaze towards the pair of thong shorts on the floor.
What to do?
What to do?
She herself couldn’t get up, couldn’t even get out of bed...
The pink little heap on the ground was about a meter from the bed, Qiao Mo stared at it intently, her palms sweating quite a bit.
With difficulty, she sat up, glancing secretly at Fu Nancheng.
Picking up one of her slippers, half her body leaned out of the bed, using the slipper to try to hook the pink and white panties...
Ugh... my arm isn’t long enough...
So close... just a bit more...
Suddenly, a sound of flipping paper echoed in the quiet room, startling Qiao Mo into a cold sweat, she quickly sat up, only feeling the pain from her wound stretching, uncertain if it would tear open.
After a few minutes, she saw he switched to another document.
Qiao Mo’s gaze fell again to the ground, where a scantily-clad thong lay peacefully on the cream marble floor, with the little white tail on the back strap seemingly waving at her.
Yan Yiheng... this feud...
We’ll settle it!
After taking a few deep breaths, Qiao Mo once again leaned her body out of the bed, continuing to use the slipper to hook the thong.
Fu Nancheng’s hand paused slightly, raising his eyes to glance at the bed, his gaze then fell to the floor, slightly curling his lips but saying nothing.
Just a little bit more...
Ugh... victory is near...
Damn Yan Yiheng!
Bastard!
And damn Fu Nancheng...
Does he have a hook on his butt? Even hiding behind the pillow can’t stop him from dragging her out...
Phew... got it!
After exhausting all her energy, Qiao Mo finally picked up the thong from the floor, clutching it tightly in her hand, panting heavily.
She glanced at Fu Nancheng again, he was still looking at the documents.
Qiao Mo breathed a sigh of relief, pushing it back behind the pillow again.
Even being extra cautious this time, she checked carefully to make sure nothing was exposed before slumping back on the headboard.
But after a while, Qiao Mo’s heart tensed up again.
I can’t leave this thing behind the pillow forever, can I?