CHAPTER 161: CHAPTER 161: NOT THAT ANNOYING (2)

In the evening, Qiao Mo returned to the bedroom with the medicinal wine Uncle Zhong handed her.

Fu Nancheng looked at the TV program with an indifferent expression. When he saw her come in, he glanced at her briefly.

"Is it boring?" Qiao Mo turned to look at the TV. She had watched the movie before and thought it was quite good.

"Childish."

The man spoke discontentedly.

This damn woman actually left him alone in the room to watch such tedious things!

Qiao Mo furrowed her brows, turned her head to glance again at the movie she had found for him, which she had actually found quite amusing... The plot and special effects were pretty good too.

"Should I change it for you?"

"Yeah."

Immediately, Qiao Mo adjusted the channel but didn’t know what to switch to for a moment.

After thinking seriously for a while, she remembered he seemed to watch advertisements intently last time?

After hesitating for a moment, Qiao Mo adjusted the TV to an advertisement program and put down the remote.

Then, she sat beside him for a while.

Occasionally, she would steal a glance at his expression.

Sure enough!

Fu Nancheng was watching the screen intently, fully focused.

Qiao Mo thought to herself; turns out he really likes watching advertisements!

Is it true that smart people have different interests from us ordinary folks?

Fu Nancheng watched the TV earnestly, while the faint fragrance on the woman’s newly bathed body lingered, making him a bit restless.

In the slightly dim room, the TV played advertisements for a full half-hour... Qiao Mo was getting a bit drowsy.

Even if he likes it, this is just way too much.

It’s been half an hour; could she switch the channel?

"Mr. Fu... Uncle Zhong asked me to massage the bruises on your back." Qiao Mo’s eyelids felt heavy as she spoke in a daze.

"What did you call me?"

The icy voice shattered the warm atmosphere of the room, and Qiao Mo jolted, meeting his dark eyes and instantly sitting up straighter, wide awake.

"Fu Nancheng..."

He snorted coldly.

Qiao Mo pouted, hurriedly got on the bed, and made him turn his back to her as she began to massage the bruises on his back.

In fact, the trampling from the horse hadn’t left any piercing wounds on his back.

Mostly, there were widespread bruises, purplish marks, and lumps of clotted blood.

Among the patches of purple and green were some disturbing scars.

Qiao Mo pondered that perhaps massaging these places open might make them heal faster, so she didn’t hesitate any longer.

The two warm little hands soon landed on his back, gently kneading, comfortably.

Her fingers pushed and rubbed continuously, though without any professional technique, just trying to massage the injured areas open.

But she feared hurting him since they were all bruised, so her force was light.

After about ten minutes, Qiao Mo’s hands became sore and tired.

But seeing that bruised and greenish back, there was just no intention to stop.

"Fu Nancheng..."

"Hmm."

Qiao Mo tentatively spoke, and Fu Nancheng responded softly.

"Can I... can I sit on you?" Qiao Mo’s face blushed a little more. Sitting on one side made it difficult for her to exert force.

Fu Nancheng hadn’t responded yet when his brows furrowed instinctively a bit.

Qiao Mo took it as consent and, to prevent any misunderstanding, deliberately took a cushion and placed it on him, then sat on his buttocks, imitating the professionals and earnestly kneading.

The slightly dark bedroom was infused with a faint medicinal scent.