novelraw Chapter 446: The Person I Love Is You (13)
Chapter 446: The Person I Love Is You (13)
Qiao Mo was in a daze, momentarily forgetting to react.He loves someone?
Fu Nancheng gently lifted her chin: "Do you know, that in this lifetime, I’d rather suffer with you in mutual torment. I would never let go to wish you happiness!"
Tears poured out, a trail of clear tears rolled down her eyes.
Qiao Mo’s eyelashes were still stained with misty droplets, watching him in a daze.
He moved closer to her cheek, gently kissed away her tears, and lowered his eyes close to her face, somewhat greedily savoring her warmth.
But he would also feel sad... feel hurt...
Get jealous... feel envious...
When she ignored him, he would become irritable, when she wanted to escape, he would go insane.
Even though she disliked him, he would still feel wounded.
After a long time, Qiao Mo’s eyelashes trembled slightly: "You just said... you love someone..."
He said he loves someone, he must possess, must obtain.
Fu Nancheng embraced her waist, softly saying: "Xiao Mo, don’t you understand yet? I love you..."
I love you.
Those three words "I love you" kept echoing in Qiao Mo’s mind... making her feel a bit dazed.
Her gaze lacked any focus, falling on a painting on the distant wall, her body feeling somewhat weak.
What was he saying?
Was he saying he loves her?
But how could it be...
After a long time, looking at him once more she said: "But I’m not her."
She earnestly stared into his eyes, and although her vision was a bit blurry, she could still see the seriousness in his eyes, serious enough to make her heart tremble, inexplicably... a bit scared.
He sighed softly: "The one I love is you, not her."
Qiao Mo’s tears surged again, and a few seconds later, she lowered her eyes and said softly: "Fu Nancheng, you repeatedly say it’s love, but really... it’s just possession."
Hearing him say he loves her made Qiao Mo a bit happy.
But recalling everything before, from their initial meeting, to the wedding scene recently. What he had was clearly possession, not love.
He still tightly embraced her willow-like waist, as if only by smelling the faint fragrance on her body, could he feel at ease.
He did not refute her words.
Perhaps he couldn’t tell the difference between possession and love. Perhaps he still didn’t know how to love.
But as long as he knew, he wanted her, he had to have her, that was enough.
He lowered his head, his thin lips lightly covering her pink lips, there was still a trace of alcohol taste on her lips, slightly sweet and bitter, mixed with spiciness.
He held onto her waist, gently closed his eyes, gradually deepening the kiss with unusual tenderness.
Qiao Mo’s hands unknowingly placed on his shoulders, and she involuntarily closed her eyes, feeling his tenderness, seemingly sinking at that moment.
He kissed with little caution, as if treating a precious treasure.
Qiao Mo didn’t know how long he kissed her, she only knew that later her vision went black, yet her mind was blank in contrast, her whole body softening like a pool of spring water, her tingling lips gradually rising with an aching feeling.
"Um..." She found it difficult to breathe, turning her head to try to push him away.
Several attempts to push him away, yet he didn’t budge.