novelraw Chapter 425: Am I Spoiling You Too Much (10)
Chapter 425: Am I Spoiling You Too Much (10)
Qiao Mo ignored him and started eating the cake.But perhaps due to the unease in her heart, her hands holding the knife and fork shook uncontrollably.
Fu Nancheng frowned slightly, glanced at her, and his gaze deepened.
Qiao Mo just felt an unfathomable gaze fall on her face, her heart almost leaping into her throat.
Would he find out?
At this moment, a large hand fell on hers, gently wrapping her small hand.
Qiao Mo, who was already on edge, was startled by the sudden warmth, and instinctively threw the fork from her hand.
Fu Nancheng squinted slightly, his gaze focused on her small face, and after a few seconds, he slowly asked, "Cold?"
A hint of panic flashed in Qiao Mo’s eyes, and she gently shook her head: "No, maybe I’ve been sewing too much the past few days, my hands aren’t working well."
He stared at her for a long while, and a few seconds later, spoke disapprovingly: "I’ll throw all those things of yours away later."
"No way!" Qiao Mo immediately protested.
He ignored her, his large hand falling on the wine glass in front of him, lifting it to his lips.
Qiao Mo’s heart tensed a bit more, she didn’t look up at him, and continued eating the cake.
Fu Nancheng drank a bit of the red wine, not too much, his gaze remained on Qiao Mo.
She felt uneasy under his gaze, glancing at the wine glass before him, she looked at him and softly asked, "Why aren’t you eating the cake?"
He raised his eyes to look at her, her lip corners had a bit of cream on them, the white hanging on the edge like a pearl adorning a ruby-red stone.
He gently lifted her chin, moved a bit closer, and lightly licked the cream from her lip corner, his thin lips parted slightly: "So sweet." The source of this content ɪs novel_fіre.net
Qiao Mo avoided his gaze unnaturally, clutching the lapel of her nightgown with both hands, feeling a bit tense.
"What are you afraid of?" he asked softly, slowly pressing her onto the narrow sofa.
Her face turned a little pale, almost suspecting that he had found out?
Her lips felt intensely numb, swollen as if she had eaten too much chili.
The depths of his eyes were filled with strong desire, unconsciously calling her name: "Xiao Mo."
Qiao Mo’s eyelashes fluttered lightly, her heart pounding endlessly, her breathing becoming heavier.
Qiao Mo’s heart trembled fiercely, her throat seemed blocked, unable to speak.
The room’s temperature kept rising, full of glimmering light, their breathing was somewhat heavy.
But just then, Fu Nancheng’s head suddenly felt dizzy, weak, the small face before him blurred with shadows, gradually becoming indistinct...
His vision became hazy, everything went black as he lost consciousness.
...
Not long after, Xie Qinghuan appeared again, Qiao Mo softly said: "Qinghuan, how long will the drug’s effect last."
"They said twelve hours, no problem."
Qiao Mo checked the time, it was already close to eleven, twelve hours later it would be noon, plenty of time.
Xie Qinghuan glanced at the man on the sofa, sighed softly: "Xiao Mo, if Fu Nancheng finds out, he won’t let you off easily."