But she seed to see the wounds and bruises all over those legs, bloody and everywhere.
Tears began to swirl uncontrollably in her eyes.
Why was he ignoring her?
She was just scared...
In an instant, Qiao Mo felt terribly wronged.
Noticing her voice was off, Fu Nancheng lifted his eyes to look at her, imdiately eting the tears in her eyes.
His heart softened, he put the computer aside and gently pulled her into his embrace, his large hand tenderly landing on her head: "Why are you crying?"
Leaning against his chest, holding his waist, listening to his strong heartbeat, Qiao Mo sniffled with grievance: "You’re ignoring ."
He couldn’t help but chuckle softly: "Weren’t you hitting pretty hard just now?"
Qiao Mo lowered her gaze, her eyelashes still adorned with a touch of tears, pouting slightly without saying a word.
He gently wiped away the tears from the corner of her eyes: "Why are you becoming more of a crybaby, hmm?"
Qiao Mo, with reddened eyes, said nothing, only hugged him tightly.
Feeling his warm body heat, she suddenly felt... how wonderful.
"Still crying?" He sighed softly, sowhat helpless.
Qiao Mo lowered her eyes, holding him, but her tears fell like they were free, pattering down continuously.
Whenever she thought he might die or be crippled, she inexplicably panicked...
"Fu Nancheng, I’m scared."
He was slightly stunned, thinking she was frightened.
After all, her life had been one of luxury, and Qiao Dehou had treated her well since she was young. She probably had never experienced such a scene, so it was no wonder she would be scared.
It was his fault for not being able to protect her well.
"Don’t be afraid, I’m here."
Qiao Mo gently opened her slightly blurry eyes, remaining silent.
The atmosphere in the room was particularly warm for a mont. He patted her gently for a long ti, until Qiao Mo’s emotions gradually cald down.
Leaning in his arms, she couldn’t help but speak again: "Fu Nancheng, aren’t you afraid?"
He softly replied: "Afraid of what?"
"Aren’t you afraid your legs might break? What if you can’t walk for the rest of your life..."
His gaze was sowhat dazed, silent for a few seconds.
Afraid?
Of course, he was afraid.
He kissed her forehead, whispered: "I’m afraid I won’t be able to carry you in the future, afraid I can’t accompany you to places you want to go, afraid you’ll dislike ... afraid you’ll mind..."
Qiao Mo was slightly stunned, her eyes welled up again with tears, muttering: "You’re so afraid but still act foolishly."
He gently lifted her small face, stared into her eyes for a long while.
Seeing the mist in her dark eyes, he softly said: "But I’m more afraid of losing you."
Qiao Mo stared at him, lost in thought, after a few seconds, she avoided his gaze a bit awkwardly, only feeling her heart beat fast as if it was going to jump out of her throat, inexplicably tense.
Before Qiao Mo could react, he pressed her down beneath him, gently kissed her lips.
Qiao Mo’s eyelashes fluttered lightly, her lips softened, slightly cool, with a touch of familiarity.
Looking at the handso face before her, her mind went blank, she involuntarily closed her eyes gently, reached out, and wrapped her arms around his neck.
As if encouraged, his large hand gently slid into her pale pink sleepwear, wandering over her delicate skin.
A few seconds later, he slowly opened his eyes, with a trace of desire whispered: "Not wearing?"
Qiao Mo’s gaze was sowhat hazy, stared at him for a few seconds before she realized what he ant.
Her small face instantly flushed a few shades darker, her lips red and teeth white, making him increasingly itch with desire.
Noticing his reaction, Qiao Mo hurriedly pushed him away, got up intending to run.
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