Forbidden Game: Ruthless CEO, Please Set Me Free
Chapter 103: Why Do You Always Bully Me (11)

Chapter 103: Chapter 103: Why Do You Always Bully Me (11)

After a few seconds, he finally spoke again, "Mm."

Qiao Mo was stunned for a moment, then said again, "I’ll go get you some medicine."

But his arm didn’t move at all, showing no intention of letting her go.

His thin lips gently brushed against the hollow of her neck, the faint stubble tickled a bit, "Just hold me for a while."

He spoke in a low, husky voice, his thin lips pressed against the back of her neck, so much so that when he spoke, it felt like he was kissing her.

Qiao Mo was speechless, her neck turning slightly red, she didn’t move, but after a long while, she still spoke softly, "But if you don’t take medicine, you won’t get better..."

He made no sound, and it was unclear if he had already fallen asleep.

The room gradually fell silent.

The night passed without a word.

The next morning, Qiao Mo had several bouts of fever again, yet the man who had been droopy last night was already up and about, showing no signs of illness at all.

Qiao Mo couldn’t help but feel a bit dissatisfied; it really made no sense!

After breakfast, Qiao Mo wrapped herself in a blanket and sat at the bedside while he applied medicine to the wound on her foot.

"Mr. Fu, I have to go to school." Qiao Mo glanced at the time and couldn’t help but speak up.

He was sitting at the desk handling documents, not even raising his head, "Go when you’re better."

Qiao Mo pouted, helplessly thinking if she would have to stay with him for another two days.

Looking down at her empty fingers, Qiao Mo seemed a bit lost.

Jing Hao’s ring could never be found again, even the faint mark it left on her finger had faded considerably overnight, as if in a few days it would completely disappear without a trace.

Qiao Mo gently touched her bare finger, feeling a bit downcast.

Maybe this was fate, destined that she and Jing Hao would drift further and further apart.

This scene fell into Fu Nancheng’s eyes, causing him to furrow his brows, lightly pressing his thin lips without speaking.

Qiao Mo sighed lightly, feeling a bit bored, wanting to watch TV but afraid it would disturb his work.

Looking at her broken middle finger nail with traces of blood, she simply got up, found two bottles of nail polish, wrapped herself in a blanket, and ran to the sofa to start painting her nails.

She picked a beige color to paint her fingers, but as soon as she finished her left hand, switching to her right hand became a bit awkward.

Fu Nancheng put down the documents in his hand and looked up at her.

For some inexplicable reason, as long as she was there, he couldn’t concentrate on work.

Qiao Mo was diligently painting her nails when suddenly there was a shadow beside her, startling her so much that she shuddered, smudging the nail polish on her finger.

Her rosy little mouth soon pouted, looking at him with some discontent.

Fu Nancheng’s gaze fell on her slender white hand, the fingertips adorned with a touch of light color, making them look even more fair and cute.

He sat next to her, reached out to take the nail polish from her hand, and began painting her little hand, as if no matter what she did, it became interesting when it was done with her.

Qiao Mo’s jaw almost dropped to the ground, looking at him dumbfounded for quite a while without coming to her senses.

It wasn’t until a few minutes later that he spoke in a low voice, "All done."

Qiao Mo looked down, once again surprised with her mouth agape, "Have you practiced?"

"No."

Qiao Mo glanced at him suspiciously, almost disbelieving, because he had painted it evenly, neither too much nor too little.

In contrast, what she painted herself looked like it had been gnawed by a dog.

Qiao Mo reached for the beige polish in his hand, swapped it for a bottle of sapphire blue, and stuffed it into his hand, then stretched her legs onto his lap, "Feet too."