"I... I’m still a patient." Qiao Mo’s little face flushed red, feeling a bit uneasy.
He stared at her for a few seconds and slowly said, "I won’t touch your wound."
Qiao Mo was speechless, avoiding his eyes with so evasiveness, and nervously whispered, "I’m... I’m not ready yet."
A hint of disappointnt flashed through his eyes as he gently said, "Xiao Mo, I’m a normal man."
Qiao Mo lowered her gaze and was silent for a long ti.
Fu Nancheng finally slowly rested his hand, lying beside her, holding her in his arms, and softly said, "Give so ti."
His tone was light, but it was in no way sothing she could dismiss ambiguously.
Qiao Mo’s eyelashes trembled slightly, considering for a long ti, and softly said, "How about I tell you when the ti cos?"
His brows furrowed slightly, but ultimately, he couldn’t bear to pressure her too much.
The night deepened with frost, and fireworks occasionally sounded outside. Who knows how long it was before the redness on Qiao Mo’s face faded a bit.
After the heat subsided, she cald down and felt a bit cold again. Unconsciously, she snuggled closer into his arms, closed her eyes, and started to let her thoughts run wild.
Actually... she knew in her heart.
It wasn’t like he hadn’t touched her before... always pretending to be reserved seed pretentious.
But back then, that heart-wrenching pain was truly bone-deep, such that each ti she thought about it, it required courage.
Besides, there was still a bit of reluctance in her heart. She feared that he wanted her just because of desire...
After all, she knew better than anyone that deep down, he loved another woman.
Thinking about it, Qiao Mo beca a bit sleepy, greedily snuggling into his embrace.
The future, where to go.
Let’s talk about it after being discharged... At least... she really couldn’t bear to leave now.
The next morning, at dawn, Qiao Mo was woken up by the sound of firecrackers outside.
Frowning her delicate brows, she pulled the quilt over her head, her little face full of displeasure.
Fu Nancheng slowly opened his eyes, moved the quilt off her head again, and covered her ears with his hand, "Sleep a little longer."
Initially feeling sowhat irritable, Qiao Mo paused, sensed the large hand over her ear, and slowly opened her eyes, staring blankly for a while.
Unconsciously, she fell asleep again.
It wasn’t until after eight in the morning that she woke up again.
Qiao Mo turned over, only to see that the man beside her was already awake, leaning against the bedhead reading a book...
Huh?
Reading?
Realizing, Qiao Mo widened her eyes at the book cover he was holding. This... isn’t this the book Qin Zhaoran gave him.
"You’re awake."
Noticing her gaze, he spoke softly, not looking up, flipping another page of the book, reading intently.
If she didn’t know what kind of ss was written and drawn in that book, she would almost think he was studying so classic literary work.
Seeing her silent, Fu Nancheng put down the book and looked at her, lightly saying, "Want to read?"
Qiao Mo imdiately shook her head, just feeling that this man’s face was too thick, uneasily asked, "You... don’t you have to work?"
Fu Nancheng picked up the book again, continued reading, and lightly said, "This is more important."
"Shaless..."
Qiao Mo couldn’t help but mutter, thinking he couldn’t hear, but unexpectedly, his ears were exceptionally keen.
Looking back at her, he slowly said, "If I can’t practice, I have to cram on theory, otherwise..."
Qiao Mo’s cheeks uncontrollably flushed again, waiting for him to continue.
"Otherwise... if I hurt soone... wouldn’t she be crying her eyes out."
"What’s that... got to do with ..."
Qiao Mo avoided his gaze, speaking stubbornly.
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