Damn... what is he doing?
Why does he keep looking at her like that...
Qiao Mo only felt that his gaze was indescribably intense and profound, so deep that she couldn't withstand it.
Perhaps because she was distracted, a slip caused the blade to cut a small nick on his chin, a tiny dot of red appearing.
Qiao Mo's heart tightened, and she instinctively kneeled upright.
But because of the sudden movement, she neglected her own injury, and a tugging pain made her body go limp, breaking out in a cold sweat, almost falling to the ground.
Fu Nancheng caught her immediately, and Qiao Mo was momentarily stunned, realizing she had fallen into his arms. She forgot to react and just wanted to get up.
"Don't move," he said in a deep voice, a frown on his brow.
Qiao Mo was somewhat out of it. He still carried the scent of his bath, a comforting smell that made her forget to react.
He carefully placed her on the bed, his brows furrowed as his large hands moved to lift her hospital gown.
