But he waited for a long ti, yet still couldn’t wait for her to speak up.
This little thing in front of him could endure far more than he imagined.
Qiao Mo kept her back straight while drawing, obviously able to feel his gaze resting on her, not sure what he was looking at.
She wondered what he was doing?
Didn’t he know he was blocking the light...
In a mont of distraction, her hand suddenly felt empty.
The pencil was suddenly taken away.
Qiao Mo instinctively looked up at him, only to find he had already sat down beside her.
Fu Nancheng looked at the woman in front of him, his dark eyes like water, and said in a low voice, "Do you have anything you want to ask ?"
Qiao Mo was slightly stunned.
Yes.
Of course she did.
She wanted to ask who was that woman today?
Is she the woman he has always loved in his heart...
She wanted to ask if those letters in the study were written by her?
She wanted to ask... why did he ignore her last ti, and this ti he referred to her as a servant.
Almost at the mont when Fu Nancheng spoke, countless questions popped up in Qiao Mo’s mind.
She was eager to know the answers.
But these words spun around in her mind like wheels, over and over.
Yet she didn’t know how to start speaking?
She wanted to ask, but what right did she have to ask?
In what capacity... in what attitude...
For a mont, Qiao Mo felt a little lost, facing his deep and chilly eyes, she eventually lowered her eyes gently and said softly, "No."
After all, she was just his plaything on a whim, right?
Maybe after a year passes, everything will go back to how it was before.
She and he would never intersect again.
Upon hearing this, Fu Nancheng’s eyes beca more profound, staring at her unblinkingly.
A few seconds later, he spoke again: "Not angry?"
"Hm?" Qiao Mo looked up at him.
Realizing he was referring to calling her a servant...
Turning to look at the drawing board, Qiao Mo carried a trace of self-mocking laughter and said, "Actually, that explanation isn’t wrong. There’s really not much difference between and a servant, just different roles."
His eyes beca colder, clearly not satisfied with her answer.
"Different roles? Ha, and what’s your role?"
He spoke coldly, leaving Qiao Mo speechless.
What role?
A bed warr?
But then again, except for that one ti with Jiang Jinghao, he never really forced her.
So strictly speaking, this role of bed warr seems sowhat misplaced.
Seeing her seriously thinking, he sighed softly.
He pulled her into his arms, leaning on the sofa as he held her, resting his chin on her forehead.
Qiao Mo was stunned for a mont, intending to stand up.
But at that mont, she felt sohow inexplicably that he seed a bit helpless...
His chest was warm, carrying a faint crispness, with a kind of srizing magic.
"She is my sister, my aunt’s daughter." Fu Nancheng spoke softly.
Qiao Mo was slightly stunned.
Sister?
That woman was actually just his sister...
But why did he seem afraid she’d find out about her existence?
Her thoughts were a bit chaotic for a mont, yet inexplicably a bit joyful, as if the heavy stone pressing on her chest had been gently removed.
Seeing her still remain silent, Fu Nancheng couldn’t help but reach out and pinch her cheek.
Annoying little thing!
Truly as unlikable as ever!
"Mmm... don’t pinch ." Qiao Mo tried to sit up, but he held her tightly.
She had to quickly grasp his big hand, preventing him from further tornting her face.
Qiao Mo didn’t ask why he explained she was a servant, just thinking he might have his reasons.
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