novelraw Chapter 453: The Person I Love Is You (20)
Chapter 453: The Person I Love Is You (20)
"Wuwu... don’t...""Let me go..."
"Fu Nancheng... I don’t want... I don’t want it anymore..."
But he was completely unwilling to pay heed, his gaze deep as he kissed her collarbone, "Have you thought of the answer?"
Qiao Mo’s tears fell like rain, her small hands scratching blood marks on his back, refusing to speak no matter what.
He simply stopped asking, choosing instead to wildly conquer, galloping within her body.
Until the sky lit a pale white, the dawn gradually brightening, he still hadn’t managed to get Qiao Mo to lower her head and yield, as she had already cried herself unconscious, her eyes swollen like walnuts.
No matter how much she kept begging him not to, repeatedly pleading for him to let her go, she ultimately refused to provide an answer to his question.
Fu Nancheng slowly left her body, his index finger lingering on her lips, somewhat unwilling to part.
Truly... such beautiful lips... how could they always say such hurtful things.
He wiped the traces on her legs, tucked her in with the quilt, and sat on the sofa, taking out a cigarette. But just as he was about to light it, he was afraid it would wake her, so he gently placed it back into the box.
He sat in the bedroom for a long time, still reluctant to leave.
The morning sun outside shone through the curtain’s gaps, casting light on her body. She turned over, her delicate brows furrowing tightly as if dreaming of something unpleasant, extraordinarily uneasy.
In the end, he couldn’t resist wanting her twice more.
Qiao Mo was awakened from her sleep by him, weeping drowsily. She didn’t know how she fell asleep again.
The following afternoon, when she woke up, he was already gone.
Supporting her sore body as she climbed out of bed, Qiao Mo felt a bit dazed. Her body was covered with marks he left, constant reminders that last night was not a dream.
Looking at the wedding dress torn apart once more, Qiao Mo slowly lowered her eyes.
Bastard!
After taking a few steps, her legs were still trembling. Fortunately, there seemed to be no bleeding this time, perhaps because she was starting to get used to him.
All day, Qiao Mo was listless and drowsy. The large dark circles hung under her eyes, and while using the sewing machine, she pricked her hand twice, causing her to shed tears from the pain.
He hadn’t contacted her for a whole week. Neither did she.
As if the tenderness and quarrel of that day were just an intersection of two straight lines that, after intersecting, drifted further apart.
On this Monday, Qiao Mo got up early to start tidying herself up.
With graduation imminent, everyone was starting to intern. She had sent out a few resumes half a month ago, but perhaps her asking price was too high, as only one company showed interest.
Regardless, it was a well-known company, and she was too lazy to dwell on it. Since today was the first day of her internship, she certainly didn’t want to be late.
Looking at the still heavy dark circles in the mirror, Qiao Mo applied layers of powder under her eyes, yet she still couldn’t hide those large panda eyes.
Fu Nancheng and Yan Yiheng, those two bastards!
One tore her wedding dress, the other tore her skirt.
Making her so busy this week she wanted to cry...
She took a taxi straight to the Imperial Qingjun Building, rushing to the HR department to report.
She had to admit, the company was huge, the entire building had about thirty floors, and the design department where the interns were placed was on the twenty-second floor, a lucky number.
She had previously researched Imperial Qingjun’s background; it’s a subsidiary of the Imperial Group, with its main clothing brand being Qingjun, which over the decades had become a world brand.