Wen Qiao brought the cooked beef brisket to the table, looked around, didn't see Fu Nanli, picked up her phone and saw Dong Yao's message. Her heart trembled. Why did she throw her phone around? What if Fu Nanli saw it
However, this statement is vague. Even if Fu Nanli sees it, he probably won't associate it too much with it, right
Looking up, she saw him sitting under the trumpet creeper on the terrace, smoking. The dusk was heavy. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, Wen Qiao could see the loneliness from his back. Her heart seemed to be hit by something. She put the phone in her pocket and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window.
She knocked on the floor-to-ceiling window. Fu Nanli turned around when he heard the sound. His deep and lonely eyes made Wen Qiao feel so heartbroken that she felt suffocated in the dusk light.
She smiled at him with curved eyebrows and eyes: "It's time for dinner."
Through a layer of glass, her voice sounded a little muffled when it reached his ears, but her smile was bright and pure, like amber without a trace of impurities, which made people unable to help but be moved.
There was still a long piece of cigarette in his hand, which he put out in the ashtray.
The hand-pulled door opened and closed again. Wen Qiao walked towards him with a smile, but before she could say anything, he pushed her against the French window.
His kiss was urgent and violent.
Finally, he asked her: "Qiao'er, do you like me?"
Fu Nanli actually asked such a straightforward question. His rationality and restraint collapsed in front of Wen Qiao. He just wanted to hear the simplest answer.
Wen Qiao was stunned for a moment. It seemed that she didn't need to think about such a question, nor did she need to analyze her heart. Her instinct made her answer him instantly: "Of course I like you."
Of course I’m worried about you;
Of course I like you too.
These were the words that came out of her mouth, the words in her subconscious.
Fu Nanli's arms were tightly around her, and Wen Qiao even felt like she couldn't breathe.
Fu Nanli looked at her intently, at her eyes. Her amber pupils were captivating in the dim light of dusk. They were a pair of beautiful eyes that could easily make people indulge in them.
His rough thumb gently stroked her swollen lips, which were caused by his nibbling and biting. Fu Nanli closed his eyes slightly, his eyes surging.
Wen Qiao, you provoked me first.
You provoke me and then want to leave me, there is no such thing in the world.
My world, once you enter, don’t even think about leaving.
He would keep her by his side no matter what.
Wen Qiao's hand rested loosely on his waist and he spoke carefully, "What's wrong with you?"
The epaulettes on his uniform reflected a streak of light under the setting sun, which was imprinted in Wen Qiao's eyes and forced her to squint slightly, like a lazy kitten.
There was a shadow in his eyes. He looked at her with a soft gaze and his voice was a little tired. "We encountered some turbulence on our way back this time. The flight was not smooth. I am a little tired."
Wen Qiao felt a little distressed: "You eat first, then take a hot bath and have a good rest."
"Don't leave tonight, huh?"
Wen Qiao was bewitched by his eyes and nodded: "Well, I won't leave."
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When Fu Nanli came out of the shower, Wen Qiao was standing at the bathroom door with a towel hanging on her shoulders. She had a smile in her eyes: "I'll help you wipe your hair and blow dry it."
He sat on the carpet in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Wen Qiao's technique was so gentle and delicate that he himself found it hard to believe.
Apart from being so gentle and patient with her own Xiao Mo, when has she ever been so gentle and patient with any other man
"I saw some massage techniques on the Internet. Can I try them on you later?"
"Um."
The man lowered his eyes and responded.
(End of this chapter)