novelraw Chapter 592 Meeting (12)
Chapter 592 Meeting (12)
Leaning against the bed, pulling her into his arms, Fu Nancheng looked at her and said softly, "What’s wrong? Is the baby bothering you?"Smelling the pleasant scent on him, Qiao Mo’s gaze softened a bit, "No, it’s just that something happened."
"Hmm?"
Qiao Mo’s small hand grasped the collar of his shirt, and after a moment of silence, she said, "I won’t tell you today, I’ll tell you in a few days."
"Okay." He furrowed his brows but eventually responded.
Leaning over to encircle her beneath him, he gently kissed her lips, Fu Nancheng felt a bit restless, "Xiao Mo."
"Hmm?"
"It’s going to be a long time... what should I do?" His voice was a bit husky.
Counting the days, it had almost been two months since he hadn’t been able to touch her.
Originally, he didn’t think he was someone with a strong desire, and he always thought his self-control was quite good, but ever since he tasted her, he fell apart.
Qiao Mo stretched her leg out of the blanket.
She chuckled lightly, "You’re the one who insisted I have a baby."
Fu Nancheng’s face darkened a bit. He did want to have a couple of little ones early on, but that was because he was afraid she would leave; after all, there were always so many people concerned about her.
He always felt that only after having children would he feel more at ease.
But he forgot how much patience this process requires.
"It would be best if you had two or three at once, save time." His large hands couldn’t help but wander over her body.
"Ouch..." Qiao Mo furrowed her delicate brows and squirmed, seeming a bit in pain.
Fu Nancheng’s large hand paused, his gaze fell on her knee, and his brows knitted tightly.
On her fair right knee, a large bruise was shocking and particularly glaring.
Immediately, he sat up, grabbed her leg, and placed it on his own.
"What... what are you doing?" Qiao Mo was a bit nervous, her cheeks reddened, and she accidentally moved, still able to feel the heat emanating from him.
Fu Nancheng’s face darkened a bit more, and with cold eyes, he looked at her.
She stuck out her little tongue, "I didn’t mean to."
"How did your leg get this way?" He asked in a deep voice, like he was questioning.
Qiao Mo didn’t pay it much mind, sat up to look at her knee, and was startled.
No wonder her knee felt a bit sore; it turned out to be bruised this badly.
How did it happen again?
Tilting her head, thinking for a long time, until he gently massaged her with medicinal oil, she suddenly remembered—it was when she visited Qiao Yun in the hospital earlier in the day and was pushed, bumping into a coffee table.
She never expected it to bruise this much.
Without waiting for an answer, Fu Nancheng didn’t press further, slightly lowered his head, his brows always furrowed, earnestly massaging her.
When Qiao Mo looked up, she met his cold and handsome profile.
In the dim light, his eyelashes were long, casting two shadows, and the warm glow added a layer of radiance to him, indescribably handsome, making her heart skip a beat.
Qiao Mo thought, maybe he still loved her. Otherwise, why would she feel that he was hurting for her?
With this thought, Qiao Mo’s mood improved a bit. But deep down, there was still a trace of faint unease.
Not waiting for Fu Nancheng to react, she suddenly reached out, hugged his neck, and kissed his lips proactively.
Fu Nancheng instinctively wrapped his arms around her waist. Before he could respond, Qiao Mo climbed up, directly straddling him, holding his neck and gently licking and kissing his lips.
"Fu Nancheng... did I ever tell you? I love you."