"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 some evasiveness, and nervously whispered, "I'm... I'm not ready yet."
A hint of disappointment 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 time.
Fu Nancheng finally slowly rested his hand, lying beside her, holding her in his arms, and softly said, "Give me some time."
His tone was light, but it was in no way something she could dismiss ambiguously.
Qiao Mo's eyelashes trembled slightly, considering for a long time, and softly said, "How about I tell you when the time comes?"
His brows furrowed slightly, but ultimately, he couldn't bear to pressure her too much.
