But Qiao Mo didn’t have the slightest reaction, still standing motionlessly by the window, seemingly ignoring his intentions altogether.
His gaze turned colder, and his tone sank: "Don’t make say it a second ti."
Qiao Mo’s eyes stung, an inexplicable grievance welling up.
Yet, as if she was set on opposing him, she remained motionless by the window.
Suddenly, a sharp pain in her wrist!
He yanked her in front of him, gripping her wrist tightly, and said coldly: "Are you deaf?"
Qiao Mo’s heart tightened, her eyes reddening as she looked at him: "Just because you tell to go, I have to go! You tell to undress, I have to undress! Mr. Fu, I’m a person, I have thoughts!"
Fu Nancheng’s eyes narrowed slightly, and with a flick of his wrist, he threw her onto the sofa without a word of explanation, his voice cold again: "Sit still. I don’t want to say it a second ti."
"You..." Qiao Mo was furious, her eyes growing even redder, as tears involuntarily welled up.
Tyrant!
Domineering!
Overbearing!
But despite her dissatisfaction, under his cold, stern gaze, she shafully complied and sat on the sofa, her beautiful eyes brimming with tears, looking utterly pitiful.
Qiao Mo felt she had no human rights at all.
Facing this man with such rcurial moods, she didn’t even have the slightest right to resist.
Seeing her obediently comply, he finally fell silent.
He then sat down beside her, grabbing one of her ankles and placing it on his lap, allowing no resistance, utterly domineering.
Qiao Mo’s eyelashes trembled slightly, her eyes red as she looked at him without a word.
Frowning, Fu Nancheng inspected the wound on her foot. The burst blister had left it a bloody ss. Her fair little foot was hardly recognizable after just a short while of tornt.
First, he wiped it with a warm towel, then dipped a cotton swab in iodine, applying it to her wound.
"Mmm..." The sting of it made Qiao Mo instinctively pull back, but his large hand held her foot firmly, allowing her no struggle.
Fu Nancheng’s brow furrowed into a knot, seeing there were still traces of blood in the wound. He applied a bit more pressure.
"Ugh... it hurts..."
Cold sweat beaded on Qiao Mo’s forehead, and tears as large as peas stread down, thinking this man was truly heartless to the extre!
In fact, Fu Nancheng didn’t hold back at all.
Even though he clearly sensed the woman beside him sobbing softly, his hands moved with no gentleness whatsoever.
So things he could let her have her way, but for others, he would absolutely not indulge her!
Even after a short while, her wound was reddened and swollen; without significant force, it was difficult to disinfect thoroughly, increasing the risk of infection.
"The other one."
Soon, Fu Nancheng released her foot, looking at the other one, his voice unwavering.
Qiao Mo’s eyes were redder than ever; instead of giving him her other foot, she pulled back, refusing him no matter what.
Fu Nancheng frowned, looking up to see her tear-streaked face, so aggrieved, like a frightened rabbit gazing at him, yet with a trace of undisguised rejection.
"Be good." His heart softened, his voice gentler.
Qiao Mo was montarily stunned, gazing at him, inexplicably srized by his voice.
But before she could react, he had already grabbed her other foot and began cleaning the wound with iodine again.
Qiao Mo continued to stare at him blankly, having forgotten to respond.
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