novelraw Chapter 487: Sweetness (6)
Chapter 487: Sweetness (6)
No one expected that in the push and pull, Qiao Mo’s nightgown was ripped.Fu Nancheng’s gaze fell on her fair and beautiful back, growing increasingly heated...
Qiao Mo’s already flushed face grew even hotter; she didn’t dare meet his eyes. She scrambled up from the floor and fled into the bedroom, wishing she could find a hole to hide in.
Not long after, Fu Nancheng followed her in.
Qiao Mo lay on the inside of the bed, facing away from the door. Though she was a bit hungry, she had no thoughts left—she just wanted to close her eyes and sleep until dawn.
Fu Nancheng slightly curved his lips and squeezed into the bed with her, gently wrapping his arm around her slender waist from behind.
At first, he was quite well-behaved. Neither of them spoke.
Qiao Mo grasped his hand through her clothes without saying a word.
He kissed her gently and murmured, "Xiao Mo..."
"Hmm?" Qiao Mo responded softly.
He turned her body over, enfolding her beneath him.
Qiao Mo’s breathing grew heavier; by the faint light in the room, she could clearly see his handsome face.
Looking at him, she couldn’t help but lose focus; her index finger fell upon his lips.
Fu Nancheng indulgently caught her small hand, taking that finger into his mouth.
Qiao Mo froze for a moment, her face growing hot. She struggled to withdraw her finger, only to inadvertently pull out a trail of silver thread that glimmered in the dim night.
Her fingers curled slightly, unsure where to place them.
The fingertip was still moist, making her not dare to meet his gaze.
"Why... why aren’t you sleeping?" Qiao Mo turned her head slightly and spoke softly. He was so close, less than an inch away, his warm breath fell on her face, making her swallow gently.
"I don’t want to sleep."
"Why?" Unable to resist, Qiao Mo turned her head to look at him and asked softly.
His dark eyes grew deeper, locking onto her innocent doe eyes as he slowly approached her lips.
Qiao Mo instinctively closed her eyes, tension called nervousness tautening through her body.
"Because I want to sleep with you."
The moment those words fell, his kisses rained down overwhelmingly once more.
The night deepened.
The room was filled with decadent air; Qiao Mo’s whole body felt weak and sore, with tear marks still lingering on her flushed cheeks, unwilling to move even an inch.
Yet she, weary and groggy, couldn’t keep her eyes open, while he was instead spirited and full of energy.
Soon, Qiao Mo drifted off to sleep, softly murmuring.
Fu Nancheng lightly kissed her forehead, his gaze tender as he held her tighter.
Perhaps he never knew what he wanted before, but now he was clear: what he wanted was simply this little creature in his arms.
The next morning.
When Qiao Mo awoke, the sun was already high in the sky; squinting, she pulled open a gap in the curtains.
Then she realized the sun was nearly overhead.
"Awake?" His voice was slightly hoarse, pulling her back into his embrace.
"What time is it?"
"Ten o’clock."
Qiao Mo abruptly sat up: "I’m late for work!"
"It’s Saturday today."
Qiao Mo breathed a sigh of relief, glancing at the man beside her. She thought having him in the room was truly... pleasing to the eye.
She glanced at his bare torso and complained, "Why aren’t you wearing clothes again?"
"No clothes." Fu Nancheng replied faintly.
Qiao Mo remained silent... then remembered that she indeed seemed to have no clothes for him here...