CHAPTER 208: CHAPTER 208 I WANT YOU (2)

Qiao Mo was still a bit sleepy at this moment, as if sensing his disappointment, she raised her eyes and softly asked, "What’s wrong?"

"Why didn’t you say you don’t like eating fish?"

Qiao Mo was slightly stunned, lowered her eyes and gently said, "Would it make a difference if I said it? You said before that you don’t like being rejected..."

His heart constricted, in that instant, his eyes inexplicably filled with a sour sensation.

After placing the water glass in her hand, he got up from the bed.

For the first time, he turned his back to her.

Qiao Mo drank a few sips of water and then snuggled back into the quilt. As she turned her head, she saw the scars on his back.

He had casually draped one corner of the quilt over himself. The wounds from the last time at the horse ranch had mostly healed, leaving those perpetual scars glaring openly in the air.

Qiao Mo was a bit dazed, involuntarily reached out her fingers to gently touch them.

"Does it still hurt?"

Fu Nancheng’s body stiffened slightly, a few seconds later he turned around and pulled her into his arms.

"Let me hold you for a while."

Qiao Mo didn’t move, she just inexplicably felt that he was somewhat sad...

And she felt a bit of heartache.

He tightly hugged her, his big hand clasping her waist, as he lowered his eyes and softly said, "Sleep."

Qiao Mo deftly turned off the bedside lamp, and the room was completely immersed in darkness.

"How... how did you get those injuries?"

In the midst of darkness, he slowly opened his eyes, silent for a while.

"Because of a heartless little thing..."

Qiao Mo was dazed, softly, gently said, "Next time don’t get hurt again."

A sheen of moisture surged in his dark eyes, he held her even tighter, slowly said, "Okay."

The night was deep like water, the room gradually fell silent.

Perhaps due to the fiery alcohol burning her stomach, Qiao Mo tossed and turned unable to sleep.

"Fu Nancheng..."

"Mm."

"What... are you thinking about?"

"Thinking about you."

The warm breath sprayed over her neckline, somewhat itchy, Qiao Mo softly said, "You... you seem to be poking me."

He didn’t answer, and Qiao Mo didn’t speak again.

The pitch-black room remained silent for about ten minutes, finally, he spoke again, "Xiao Mo."

"Mm?"

His Adam’s apple bobbed, his voice a bit hoarse, "I want you."

Qiao Mo’s heart raced, a few beats faster, gently said, "No... no, I’m still... drunk."

He didn’t speak again, only lightly kissed her neck, and then remained still.

A wordless night, Qiao Mo lay drowsy for quite some time before gradually falling asleep.

By about eight o’clock the next day, Fu Nancheng slowly awakened, yet Qiao Mo still slept sweetly.

Looking at the petite woman in his arms, a sense of satisfaction floated in his eyes, his clean, slender hands gently brushed over her hair, as if the gloom of the past few days had disappeared.

Because the curtains weren’t drawn, the room was still pitch dark.

Seeing her cuddled in his arms still asleep, he lowered his eyes intending to sleep a bit more.

But two minutes hadn’t passed when a mobile phone ringtone pierced the tranquility of the room.

Qiao Mo frowned discontentedly, "Who is it..."

Fu Nancheng slightly sat up, picked up the white phone tossed on the bedside and hung up directly.

The phone belonged to Qiao Mo, he frowned as he glanced at the number displayed.

No note, but presumably it was Jiang City’s number without a doubt.

After setting Qiao Mo’s phone to silent mode, he intended to place it back on the bedside, but then saw the screen flash again, still the same number, making his gaze grow cold.

He directly hung up the call, but this time, he didn’t put the phone back, instead kept staring at the screen.

Two minutes later, a message popped up: Lazybones, have you woken up?