But she seemed to see the wounds and bruises all over those legs, bloody and everywhere.
Tears began to swirl uncontrollably in her eyes.
Why was he ignoring her?
She was just scared...
In an instant, Qiao Mo felt terribly wronged.
Noticing her voice was off, Fu Nancheng lifted his eyes to look at her, immediately meeting the tears in her eyes.
His heart softened, he put the computer aside and gently pulled her into his embrace, his large hand tenderly landing on her head: "Why are you crying?"
Leaning against his chest, holding his waist, listening to his strong heartbeat, Qiao Mo sniffled with grievance: "You're ignoring me."
He couldn't help but chuckle softly: "Weren't you hitting me pretty hard just now?"
Qiao Mo lowered her gaze, her eyelashes still adorned with a touch of tears, pouting slightly without saying a word.
He gently wiped away the tears from the corner of her eyes: "Why are you becoming more of a crybaby, hmm?"
