Forbidden Game: Ruthless CEO, Please Set Me Free
Chapter 104: The Punishment for Lying (1)

Chapter 104: Chapter 104: The Punishment for Lying (1)

His gaze swept over those pale tender feet, darkening a bit, then settled on her face.

Meeting his dark pupils, Qiao Mo froze, inexplicably feeling a bit guilty, uncomfortably shifting her gaze away, her toes gently curling as she planned to withdraw.

Really, she was so busy praising his skill, she forgot who he was...

The feet resting on his thighs gently retreated, seeming to feel shy.

His gaze landed back on her feet, reaching out to hold one of her small feet, gently playing with it.

Qiao Mo’s cheeks reddened a bit, struggling to pull back.

"Didn’t you say the feet too?" he spoke calmly, his voice unwavering.

He turned to sit sideways facing her on the sofa, lifting her toes with one large hand, and indeed began painting her nails.

Cobalt blue nail polish spread over her nails, making them appear even fairer, causing him to lose focus.

Her toes were round and plump, slightly fleshy, each one like green onion roots, emitting a lustrous glow.

Qiao Mo’s face was tinged with blush, blankly staring at the man before her.

He wore a blue loungewear set, sitting cross-legged opposite her, his head lowered, intently focused, earnestly doing something completely mismatched with his status.

Sunlight spilled through the window, casting a few scattered shadows on his face from the hair on his forehead, inexplicably warm.

Until he finally stopped his actions after more than ten minutes.

Noticing her gaze, he raised his head to look at her.

Qiao Mo hurriedly withdrew her gaze, looking toward the coffee table in front, as if caught doing something wrong, her earlobes starting to redden.

The room fell silent for a moment, the sunlight softly intoxicating, enveloping the two facing figures.

One pink, one blue, indescribably harmonious.

Night fell.

Qiao Mo sat on the sofa watching a movie, yet feeling a bit worried, unsure of what to do when it’s time to sleep.

Though they inevitably shared a bed several times over the past few days, they were under special circumstances.

Ultimately, she still couldn’t accept sleeping with this man every day, even if he was somewhat pleasing to the eye.

Especially since she always ended up in his arms somehow upon waking, which was really awkward for her!

Just as she was thinking this, Fu Nancheng pushed the door open and came in.

He glanced softly at the woman on the sofa, said nothing, and sat beside her.

Until eleven at night, when Qiao Mo’s movie finished playing, he turned to her and said, "Sleep."

Qiao Mo’s heart tightened, quickly picking another movie and said, "Let’s watch a bit more, I slept too much during the day and I’m not tired yet."

Fu Nancheng frowned at the woman before him, his gaze deepening.

Qiao Mo’s heart thumped with nervousness, giving him an innocent smile and softly adding, "I’m really not tired yet..."

He gave her a casual glance, directly turned off the TV, ignoring her opinion.

Watching his back, Qiao Mo bit her lip, crawled up from the sofa, and followed.

"Mr. Fu... Can I sleep in the guest room?" Qiao Mo stood by the bed, boldly spoke.

As the words fell, the room instantly quieted down, and a sharp gaze fell upon her.

Qiao Mo looked at the bedspread, dared not raise her head to meet his gaze, but still spoke, "I’m still having a fever... I’m afraid... I’m afraid of infecting you."

His gaze icy cold, he interrupted sternly, "No."

"But..."

Before Qiao Mo could finish, his deep gaze became increasingly gloomy, an unapproachable coldness emanating all around.