Forbidden Game: Ruthless CEO, Please Set Me Free
Chapter 102: Why Do You Always Bully Me (10)

Chapter 102: Chapter 102: Why Do You Always Bully Me (10)

"Where is Mr. Fu?"

"He’s in the bedroom."

Qiao Mo nodded, carrying ginger soup to the bedroom.

As soon as she pushed the door open, Qiao Mo was stunned, her gaze lingered on his back for a long time without returning to her senses.

He was wearing shorts, standing by the window, seemingly smoking, with water dripping from his hair.

His upper body was bare and muscular, but his back...

Was crisscrossed with various deep and shallow scars, some of which were quite shocking.

Qiao Mo’s eyes grew a bit wet, and even she didn’t know why.

She stood at the doorway with the tray in her hands, forgetting to react, just staring at him blankly.

And he seemed to have something on his mind too, not noticing her footsteps.

Not until he finished a cigarette, turned to the table, and extinguished it, did he notice Qiao Mo standing at the door.

His brows furrowed slightly, his gaze sharpened a bit, but he didn’t say anything.

Qiao Mo snapped back to reality and hurriedly lowered her head and walked in.

He gave her a light look, the cobalt blue men’s long-sleeve pajamas looked loose on her, the top barely covering her thighs, adding a touch of sensuality.

"I...forgot to bring pajamas in."

"Hmm."

He responded faintly, casually throwing on a robe.

Qiao Mo withdrew her gaze uneasily, gently placing the ginger soup she brought for him on the coffee table, then sat on the sofa to drink her own.

But she found the ginger taste too strong, took a small sip, and put it down, unwilling to touch it again.

After the meal, Qiao Mo took some medicine.

Fu Nancheng helped her treat the wound on her foot, then went to the study because he had work to do.

She was extremely tired and all she wanted was to sleep upon returning to the bedroom.

She slept until around eleven at night before slowly waking up.

A slight movement revealed she was nestled in a warm embrace, which made Qiao Mo freeze, as an incredibly handsome face was just inches away, eyes closed as if in a deep sleep.

Qiao Mo moved slightly, trying to leave his embrace.

But his large hand rested tightly on her waist, and when she moved, his grip tightened.

Qiao Mo attempted to remove his hand, but instead, he held her small hand and frowned, saying, "Sleep a bit more."

Qiao Mo was stunned: "You...weren’t asleep?"

"Hmm."

He responded with a frown, his voice deeper and more hoarse than usual.

Qiao Mo looked up at him, a bit uneasy, fearing what he might do next.

After all, the scenes from the morning were still fresh in her mind, she couldn’t help but be afraid.

Facing his somewhat weary eyes, her heart inexplicably softened, and she couldn’t help but think of how he watched over her all night, and carried her for a long time...

After a moment’s hesitation, Qiao Mo eventually lay quietly back in his arms.

Fortunately, he remained well-behaved the whole time, merely holding her, which reassured Qiao Mo somewhat.

But after a while, Qiao Mo noticed something was off.

He felt hotter, even more than she did.

Qiao Mo looked up at him: "Mr. Fu? Are you having a fever?"

The only response she got was silence, and Qiao Mo gently reached out to touch his forehead.

It was burning hot, even hotter than hers.

Qiao Mo’s heart tightened, and she started to get up.

But as soon as she sat up, he pulled her back into his arms.

"Mr. Fu, you have a fever."

He slowly opened his eyes, gazed directly into hers, the originally clear and sharp eyes were now somewhat hazy, lacking their usual coldness and edge.

Qiao Mo was dumbfounded by his gaze, wondering if his fever had affected his brain.

Having a fever and not taking medicine but holding onto her without letting go!