CEO Wants To Marry Me After Divorce
Chapter 291. Not having a fever, but feeling frisky

Chapter 291: 291. Not having a fever, but feeling frisky

Her voice was low and tired, and just as Lu Moqing was about to swap places with her, he paused. After a moment, he silently turned around and went back to his bed. Qiao Xu let out a sigh of relief as she heard the faint creak of the bed behind her.

Only a dim night light remained shining in the room.

Qiao Xu faced the couch, not paying attention to Lu Moqing.

Lu Moqing leaned on the bed, and in the dim light, his deep black eyes seemed like a dark whirlpool that could pull people in.

After lying down for a while, he turned to look at the couch. His injured side was pressed against the pillow, and the pain from the wound made him frown slightly.

Qiao Xu lay with her back to him, her slender body buried in the soft couch, her breathing steady and even.

Lu Moqing couldn’t help but want to go over and hold her, but he was afraid of disturbing her rest and suppressed the urge.

He continued to watch Qiao Xu without blinking, until his eyelids slowly grew heavy and closed.

Later in the night, Lu Moqing was awakened by the pain from his forehead wound. He furrowed his brows and sat up on the bed, his gaze unconsciously searching for Qiao Xu’s shadow.

At this moment, Qiao Xu was lying on her side on the couch, tossing and turning.

Such a stubborn woman!

He scoffed, getting out of bed and walking towards the couch.

Qiao Xu’s sleep was always light, and the discomfort from sleeping on the couch made her wake at the slightest touch.

"Lu Moqing?!"

Upon recognizing the person before her, Qiao Xu’s consciousness fully returned. Seeing the darkness outside, she frowned at Lu Moqing and asked, "What are you trying to do, not sleeping in the middle of the night?"

"What do you think?"

Lu Moqing raised an eyebrow, crouching beside her and speaking hoarsely, "Xuxu, I admit, I’m a puppy."

Qiao Xu, "..."

She watched as Lu Moqing stood up from the side of the couch, his body moving slightly closer to her.

The next moment, he pressed his entire body on top of her.

Qiao Xu was unable to move under his sudden action, her face darkened, and she gritted her teeth angrily, "Lu Moqing, what’s gotten into you?!"

Pushing against the heavy man on top of her with both hands, her palm felt his solid body, and she paused, her actions momentarily stopping, "You have a fever."

"Yes, I have a fever. I woke up in pain in the middle of the night, thinking about how you don’t want to sleep with me, and my heart aches so much I have a fever..."

Lu Moqing lain on top of Qiao Xu, his voice sounded dull and dazed.

Qiao Xu glared at him, still able to flirt despite his condition.

She thought he wasn’t having a fever but being lustful instead!

Feeling the tension and concern hidden in Qiao Xu’s voice, Lu Moqing endured the discomfort from his fever, the corners of his lips involuntarily lifting upward.

At least, she didn’t push him away at that moment.

Qiao Xu didn’t have time to notice his expression, pushing him to one side and frowning as she approached the medicine cabinet. "It must be an infection from the wound," she said.

She brought the medicine kit back, turned on the room’s light, and saw Lu Moqing’s slightly pale face even more clearly, causing her brows to furrow further.

"Didn’t I tell you to be careful not to let your wound get wet?"

Her low voice sounded both reproachful and slightly worried.