CEO Wants To Marry Me After Divorce
Chapter 309. Give an inch, take a mile

Chapter 309: 309. Give an inch, take a mile

Lu Moqing’s breath continued to brush against her cheeks, gradually spreading like poison, numbing her nerves and making her feel stiff all over.

"There’s always a process from being unfamiliar to familiar. You haven’t handled it before, so start handling it now. If you don’t understand, just ask me."

Lu Moqing’s tone seemed too careless, as if these files related to company secrets were not worth a thing to him. They were laid out before Qiao Xu without reservation.

Qiao Xu couldn’t help but frown, completely unable to understand what Lu Moqing was trying to accomplish in doing this?

"Weren’t you saying that your headache made it impossible for you to work? How can you have the energy to teach me?"

Qiao Xu turned to ask him but forgot the fact that he was too close to her. As she turned her head, her thin lips brushed against Lu Moqing’s face, and both of them froze in place.

Lu Moqing’s fingers on the table trembled slightly, and his dark pupils suddenly contracted in that moment.

The moment her soft lips touched his cheek, his heart couldn’t help but tremble, as if a pair of hands were effortlessly stirring his heart.

Qiao Xu was even more stunned. Although the movement was unintentional, the fleeting touch was exceptionally clear.

Her face flushed instantly, and her usual calm and composure gained a sense of helplessness.

She quickly averted her gaze and tilted her head back to try and increase the distance between her face and Lu Moqing’s. However, a large hand gripped the back of her head and gently applied force to pull her back in.

Meeting Lu Moqing’s deep pupils with surging waves and unspeakable emotions, Qiao Xu’s heart quivered.

Trying to avoid him again, Lu Moqing’s handsome face came even closer.

Their noses were less than an inch apart, so close that they could touch with just a slight movement.

"What are you running from?"

He spoke in a deep voice, with a hint of uncontrollable hoarseness.

His usually cold thin lips, opening and closing, brushed against her lips, teasing her heart in an almost imperceptible way.

"Lu Moqing, stay away from me."

Her voice trembled slightly, not knowing whether it was due to nervousness or anger.

"Why should I listen to you?"

As Qiao Xu moved her head back, Lu Moqing moved forward, seeming somewhat unreasonable.

Qiao Xu was confined between the chair and his body, the tight and narrow space leaving her with no room to retreat further.

"Lu Moqing!"

Her face showed slight annoyance, more due to the tension from being so close to Lu Moqing than anything else.

"I think your injury isn’t that serious. You can handle it yourself."

Saying that, she tried to forcefully push Lu Moqing away, but he stood firmly in front of her, unmoving.

Qiao Xu pushed harder, and the chair suddenly slid back. Not knowing if Lu Moqing was really off balance or not, he followed suit and leaned heavily onto Qiao Xu.

"You... Lu Moqing, get off me!"

Qiao Xu’s face darkened as she glared at the handsome face up close, furiously shouting.

However, Lu Moqing remained unmoved, the corner of his mouth curling with a taunting smile. He gently brushed aside her hair spread on both sides of her face, saying:

"If you hadn’t moved just now, how could I have fallen?"

Looking at the anger in her eyes, he gently stroked her long hair in a soothing manner, but his mouth was smiling mockingly: "Did you do it on purpose?"