Under him, Qiao Mo trembled lightly. Despite her efforts to endure it, a stream of clear tears uncontrollably flowed down from her tightly closed eyes.
Fu Nancheng only felt a slight bitterness between his lips and teeth. Raising his eyes, he noticed the tear stains on her cheek, and feeling a bit dazed, his heart was filled with discomfort.
He let go of her chin harshly, "You really are as boring as a block of wood!"
An ominous voice sounded by her ear. Qiao Mo opened her misty eyes and didn't move for a long time.
Looking at the woman on the bed with a gloomy gaze, Fu Nancheng stood up with some agitation, walked to the sofa and lit a cigarette, drawing hard on it, with a faint sense of loneliness swirling around him.
Qiao Mo wrapped herself in the blanket and crawled out of bed, still a bit dazed.
Fu Nancheng raised his hand to turn on the television and said nothing more, while Qiao Mo also wrapped in the blanket leaned against the headboard, likewise staying silent.
