Fine kisses covered her like a blanket, and Qiao Mo was trembling slightly, yet gradually gave up resisting.
Enough, she knew from the start that she would surely anger him.
She stopped moving, silently enduring, while Fu Nancheng started losing control.
Inadvertently lifting his head, he saw a string of tears fall down her face.
Under the warm light, like a silver needle, it pierced him deeply.
His motions paused slightly, feeling a tightness in his chest.
Noticing that he had stopped, she gently opened her eyes, painted with tears at the corners, silently staring at him without speaking.
Fu Nancheng’s eyes felt a bit sore as they locked gazes for a few seconds. Then suddenly, he got up and walked out of the bedroom into the living room.
...
In an instant, only Qiao Mo was left in the room.
The temperature in the bedroom was high, but because he left, she felt a bit cold.
She slowly crawled up from the bed, pulled the quilt from the floor, sat at the bedside hugging her knees, and started to cry softly: "Woo woo..."
Fu Nancheng sat on the sofa, his hand slightly stiff as he lit a cigarette.
Listening to her cries, his eyes reddened, taking one deep drag after another from the cigarette in his hand.
Qiao Mo cried harder and harder, sounding as if there was endless grievance.
He finished two cigarettes, and she was still crying.
Fu Nancheng eventually couldn’t sit still, turning back to the bedroom.
The mont he pushed open the door, Qiao Mo looked up at him, her eyes red, her nose red, with tear stains still on her face, looking like a bullied little rabbit, indescribably pitiful.
Qiao Mo didn’t make a sound, burrowing her head back into her knees.
His gaze was sowhat sad, he slowly walked to the bedside, his throat choking.
A few seconds later, he finally said softly: "If you don’t like it, in the future, I won’t touch you, okay..."
Qiao Mo looked up at him, and a tear fell out of her eye again.
He beca flustered, trying to stretch out his hand to wipe away the tears on her face: "Don’t cry."
But as his fingertips were about to touch her small face, they halted, seeming a little hesitant and anxious.
Qiao Mo cried more fiercely, having struggled for half the night, she was almost sober from the alcohol now.
Fu Nancheng was a bit frantic, not knowing how to comfort her at all: "You... if you don’t want to see ... I’ll leave, okay?"
Seeing that she still didn’t make a sound, a hint of disappointnt crossed his eyes.
Slowly getting up, he turned to walk outside.
Qiao Mo watched his back, her nose tingling. She chased after him from the floor, hugging him tightly.
His body stiffened, eyes turning sour.
Slowly turning around, he looked at her and softly said: "Xiao Mo..."
Qiao Mo buried her head in his arms, crying more fiercely: "I’m sorry... I’m sorry... I don’t hate you."
Snot and tears were all wiped onto the lapel of his shirt.
His eyes beca a little red, sowhat lost.
Qiao Mo sniffled, her eyes swollen like two peaches, holding him tightly without letting go: "I just hate myself... hate myself for still loving you..."
"I don’t want to love you anymore, but I can’t... I can’t do it... I’m so useless... I just hate myself... woo woo..."
Fu Nancheng’s body trembled lightly, his big hand holding her tighter and tighter: "Xiao Mo."
By now, Qiao Mo’s eyes were too swollen to open, she just leaned against his chest and mumbled: "I don’t know if you still love ... don’t know if you’ll still want . I’m so scared... I’m really so scared..."
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