novelraw Chapter 447: The Person I Love Is You (14)
Chapter 447: The Person I Love Is You (14)
Her hand fell on his chest, as if it turned into a tickle, feeling his burning body temperature even through the shirt.More than half an hour passed, and Qiao Mo only felt a discomfort in her stomach. A thin layer of sweat oozed from her forehead.
"Fu Nancheng... I’m hungry..." she said softly. She had hardly eaten anything since morning, and drank such a large glass of wine on an empty stomach that it made her feel like throwing up.
The pain in her stomach felt like it was burning and churning, but there was nothing in her stomach to throw up, which made it even more unbearable.
He frowned slightly and gently let her go.
Seeing the layer of sweat on her forehead and the crease in her brow forming a small hill: "I’ll cook."
He kissed her rosy lips again, carried her to the bed, poured a glass of warm water for her, and quickly turned towards the kitchen.
Qiao Mo sat on the bed, daydreaming.
Fortunately, she had only drunk foreign wine today, and her tolerance was actually okay. She just couldn’t mix two kinds of drinks; if she did, she would definitely get drunk.
If she had drunk anything else today, she might have believed she was dreaming.
He actually said he loved her...
Qiao Mo was still immersed in those few words, unable to snap out of it for a long time, but when she finally did, a touch of complexity stained her gaze.
Just because he said he loved her, does she have to accept it?
No, she hadn’t made up her mind yet.
He had humiliated her repeatedly and forced her time and again. Aside from coercing her, he had never truly pursued her.
If not for this, she wouldn’t have been so heartbroken when she realized she liked him.
Qiao Mo held the warm cup, looking out of the window.
She thought, at least wait for a while. At least... wait until his temper gets better...
After drinking some warm water, her stomach felt a lot better.
Before long, the pangs of pain subsided, and Qiao Mo slowly got up.
She walked quietly to the door, leaned against the doorframe, and as soon as she looked up, she could see his figure busy in the kitchen.
The kitchen was very small, only about two square meters, and the ceiling wasn’t very high. He almost seemed to hit the ceiling, and it was a bit difficult for him to turn around.
He was wearing a light pink floral apron, which made him look somewhat cute.
A faint smile appeared in Qiao Mo’s eyes, wondering why someone so cute could be so annoying at times.
Before long, Fu Nancheng turned around and happened to see her standing in the living room entrance watching him.
Frowning, he put down the pot and came out of the kitchen, saying in a deep voice, "It’s all smoke, go back to the room."
Qiao Mo shrugged, "I didn’t expect you to cook."
He walked over, hugged her, and pecked her face a couple of times, saying slowly, "I can do a lot more, not just cooking, I can also..."
Qiao Mo looked at him, still remembering only the good times and not the bad ones: "Can do what?"
He gave a devilish smile and whispered ambiguously in her ear, "Make love."
Qiao Mo’s face turned a shade redder in an instant, and she hurriedly closed the bedroom door: "I’ll go lie down for a bit."
After staying in the bedroom for a while, Qiao Mo suddenly remembered the dress that Yan Yiheng had torn before leaving, became angry, and ran to the workroom to start working.
What sort of people are these?
They all seem to want to be the one and only!
As Qiao Mo cursed under her breath, stitching it anew, she couldn’t help but wonder what kind of woman could tame a demon like Yan Yiheng in the future.
Before long, Fu Nancheng pushed the door open and came in.
But as soon as he looked up, he saw another wedding dress in the corner of the wall, still on an iron mannequin, and his entire face turned green instantly, his gaze dreadfully dark.
Due to the sound of the sewing machine, Qiao Mo didn’t hear his movement for a moment.