Over an hour later, Fu Nancheng got out of the car with a dark expression.
The biting cold wind outside helped clear his head a bit. He glanced at the woman slowly getting out of the car, and only when she approached did he start walking.
He deliberately slowed his pace, wanting to wait for her to catch up.
However, the slower he walked, the slower she walked too, keeping a distance of about one and a half ters from him all the ti. It was clearly intentional.
He looked up at her, and she just stood there, eting his gaze. It didn’t seem like she was sulking, but her eyes always carried a hint of aloofness.
His face turned a bit grim as he suppressed the annoyance in his heart and walked towards the won’s clothing section.
Qiao Mo silently followed him into a won’s clothing store, stopping not far from his side.
Sotis, the more considerate he was, the more she couldn’t help but wonder if it was because he saw her as soone else.
Just like how his hatred back then was not hers to bear.
So now, his love wasn’t hers either.
But what if one day she got used to it, grew to crave it, couldn’t let go, and yet he was no longer willing to give it—what would she do?
Looking at the dazzling array of won’s clothing, his temper subsided a bit as he seriously picked out items for her. The sales assistants on the side displayed excellent ability in reading the situation.
Qiao Mo stood still not far behind him, not saying a word, just looking at his focused face, sowhat lost in thought.
"This one?" He picked up a light blue chiffon dress, his tone carrying a hint of inquiry.
Qiao Mo shifted her gaze from him to the dress, making no comnt.
He didn’t force the issue, turning to look at another sky-blue long dress, asking her again with his eyes.
Qiao Mo still didn’t give any reaction, seemingly indifferent.
Not discouraged, he let his gaze fall on a beige outfit.
This ti, Qiao Mo shook her head, clearly a bit absent-minded.
Fu Nancheng knit his brows slightly, attempting to pinch her cheek: "Unhappy, huh?"
But before his fingertips could touch her cheek, Qiao Mo sharply avoided him.
His hand hovered in midair as he watched the wariness and detachnt in her eyes, his face gradually turning cold, his lips tightening, eyes carrying a hint of darkness.
She knew he was unhappy now.
She always seed to provoke him, didn’t she?
Only today... even her perfunctory responses caused her pain...
In the end, she wasn’t skilled enough to really pretend that nothing was wrong.
Qiao Mo just stood there with her head down, involuntarily wondering how he would ’deal with’ Yun’er if he found her.
Would he discard her like trash?
Fu Nancheng turned to pick up a blue-grey outfit, this ti without asking, directly tossing the clothes into her arms: "Try it on."
Qiao Mo glanced indifferently at the clothes; the style was good, and so was the quality.
However, she didn’t want to try it on or wear it now.
Qiao Mo felt like she was a hedgehog at that mont, sensitive and suspicious to the point of neurosis, even disliking herself.
Yet, her heart insisted otherwise, clutching the clothes in her hands and looking straight at him, she softly said: "I don’t like it..."
"Try it on." His voice grew even darker.
"I don’t want to wear it." Qiao Mo persisted.
"Don’t make say it again." His eyes were dark and fierce, her reflection mirrored in his black pupils.
Qiao Mo looked at the clothes in her hands, made no further sound, and turned to the fitting room.
How could she have forgotten that he said he didn’t like being refused?
Apparently, not even with a piece of clothing.
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