CHAPTER 162: CHAPTER 162: NOT THAT ANNOYING (3)

Due to the continuous pushing and kneading of her hands, Qiao Mo gradually slid a few inches from his hips.

When she realized, she sat back up again.

This happened twice, and the cushion placed on his hips inadvertently fell to the ground without making a sound.

Her small hands continued to knead the bruises on his body, now swollen and red, starkly contrasting with her pale white arms.

With her sitting again, Fu Nancheng’s face turned tense.

Annoyingly, this damn woman wouldn’t sit still and kept moving back and forth!

Making him feel closely connected one moment and distant the next.

Up high one moment, gently lifting the next...

As if deliberately provoking, through the thin layer of his clothes, teasing him until his heart itched unbearably.

In fact, this couldn’t be blamed on Qiao Mo.

After all, when kneading those bruises, there’s no reason not to use force, but it was the continuous exertion that made her lose balance, shifting back and forth. How could she remain still as a statue...

Until after about ten seconds, with a weary lift, Qiao Mo sat down heavily.

Fu Nancheng finally couldn’t suppress it anymore and said coldly, "Get off."

"Uh...?"

Qiao Mo was so focused on kneading him that she didn’t react at first, looking at him in a daze.

"Get off." Fu Nancheng’s tone became hoarser.

"But... there are still a few spots I haven’t worked on."

As soon as Qiao Mo spoke, she finally realized something was wrong.

Looking down, she found that at some point the cushion had fallen to the ground, and she was just sitting directly on his hips!

Her hands froze, and it felt like all her senses were concentrated on that point on her hips, startling her to stand up immediately and run to the side.

Perhaps it was because she was too nervous, but when Qiao Mo moved, she accidentally stepped right on one of the wounds on Fu Nancheng’s back...

Fu Nancheng let out a muffled groan, the veins on his forehead standing out.

And then Qiao Mo, having stepped on him, didn’t stand firm, stumbled, and fell straight off the bed.

Fu Nancheng’s heart tightened, and he grabbed her wrist.

With a ’thud’, Qiao Mo found herself crashing into a solid chest, making her chest ache from the impact...

Looking up, she found herself less than an inch away from his handsome face, clearly able to see the faint blue stubble at the corners of his lips.

His large hand rested on her waist, his gaze fixated on her, his eyes dark as ink, his Adam’s apple rolled uncontrollably, and his breathing grew heavier.

Qiao Mo also swallowed lightly, clearly able to feel his surging desire and dared not move a muscle, her heart beating rapidly.

Considering how long they have known each other, they’ve shared the bed numerous times.

When he held her at night, he would often have a reaction now and then, but after some time, she learned that as long as she didn’t move, his desire would gradually fade away...

So now, she just stiffly looked at him, not daring to move her hands even a fraction.