CEO Wants To Marry Me After Divorce
Chapter 506. Leave this kind of heavy work to me

Chapter 506: 506. Leave this kind of heavy work to me

The wound wasn’t deep. The blood had stopped after being rinsed with ice water, but Lu Moqing was not reassured and led her to the living room.

Qiao Xu was still thinking about the scene in her mind just now and didn’t pay attention to anything else. She was led to the living room by Lu Moqing and sat down.

It wasn’t until the sting of iodine on the wound that she returned to her senses from the arousing scene just now.

At some point, Lu Moqing had brought a medical kit, and with a single knee bent, he began to clean her wound.

From her angle, Lu Moqing’s facial features were so perfect that there wasn’t a single flaw to be found.

At that time, upon seeing him for the first time, she was determined to marry him. Perhaps it was because of this face that she was attracted to him.

Brother, will you marry me?

Suddenly, her own voice flashed through her mind - not the childish one of her youth, but her current voice.

This realization surprised Qiao Xu so much that her hand, held by Lu Moqing, violently shook, causing him to look up at her and ask, "Did I hurt you?"

His voice was soft, and his gaze was unbelievably gentle. However, his ambiguous question, coupled with the picture she had in her mind, made Qiao Xu feel heat spread throughout her body.

"No...not at all."

Her face turned red, and she hurriedly shook her head. Only then did Lu Moqing notice her intense blushing and her gaze wandering restlessly.

Seeing her evasive eyes and her cheeks as red as ripe apples, Lu Moqing seemed to understand something, and a smile quickly spread at the bottom of his eyes.

He applied a band-aid to her wound. When Qiao Xu prepared to take her hand back and talk, her wrist was caught by Lu Moqing.

His fingertips teased her wrist, seemingly oblivious to her increasingly stiff body, and he asked softly, "What are you thinking about? Your face is so red."

As if Lu Moqing had seen through her thoughts, Qiao Xu sprang up from the sofa, quickly withdrew her hand from his grasp, and stammered defensively:

"What am I thinking about? I’m not thinking about anything!"

Due to her nervousness, her voice involuntarily raised a few notches.

Looking at her attempt to cover up her embarrassment, Lu Moqing suppressed the grin tugging at the corner of his mouth, looked up at her, and asked, "Then why is your face so red?"

"It hurts!"

She stood up angrily and walked towards the kitchen but was pulled back by Lu Moqing from behind and made to sit on the sofa.

"You injured your hand; let me wash."

"Didn’t you injure your hand too?"

Qiao Xu reflexively argued, but after that, she realized something was wrong. Before she could explain, she heard Lu Moqing chuckle and look at her with a lowered brow:

"Feeling sorry for me?"

"Get lost!"

Qiao Xu raised her foot, somewhat petulant, and kicked his knee. Lu Moqing didn’t avoid it and received her kick squarely. His knee bent, and he fell forward toward her.

Instinctively, Qiao Xu quickly reached out to support him, and the next second, she fell into Lu Moqing’s arms.

"You..."

"Good girl, don’t be angry. Let me do the rough work."

Before Qiao Xu could react, he let her go, turned around, and walked toward the kitchen.

Qiao Xu watched his back disappear into the kitchen, her face solemn. She wouldn’t follow him, instead turning to sit on the sofa.