Forbidden Game: Ruthless CEO, Please Set Me Free
Chapter 118: But You Are Not Him (7)

Chapter 118: Chapter 118: But You Are Not Him (7)

Snapping back to reality, she instinctively wanted to push him away.

But he released her first, leaning close to her ear and saying slowly, "You’re always pushing me away, aren’t you afraid I’ll be angry?"

His voice was low and deep, carrying an inexplicable allure.

The warm breath fell on her ear, tinting her cheeks with a flush.

She wanted to dodge a bit, but there was nowhere to escape, so she simply lowered her gaze and whispered, "Mr. Fu is not that petty."

His pupils were deep, reflecting her figure.

"What to do? I’m always very petty when it comes to you..."

His breath was slightly cool, with a faint chill.

Qiao Mo looked at him, somewhat dazed, under his burning gaze, her whole body felt softened a little.

Her small mouth was shining under the streetlights on both sides of the road, becoming more bewitching.

His lips moved closer and closer, only a few millimeters away from hers.

Qiao Mo’s breathing became heavier, daring not to move recklessly.

"Mr. Fu... this... this is a school."

Qiao Mo softly spoke, but with a move, her lips nearly touched his fine lips, the closeness making her face turn even redder.

"Then go home?" His gaze deepened a bit more, speaking softly.

"No... no, I have class tomorrow."

Qiao Mo’s heart tightened, quickly refusing.

In fact, in the last semester, there were almost no classes during the day, most of the time it was only when professors had tasks or exams that they would explain to everyone in advance.

But even if there weren’t, how could she dare to go home with him like this?

He was silent for a few seconds, speaking again: "Then to the car?"

"Car... car?"

Qiao Mo froze, momentarily not understanding.

But when she met his eyes, she finally realized what he was saying, her cheeks instantly turned burning hot, immediately lowering her gaze, even more afraid to meet his eyes.

"Mhm." He responded.

Qiao Mo was so embarrassed that even her neck turned red, hastily refusing, "No... no, the car is too small, I can’t move around."

Qiao Mo had wanted to directly refuse, but after a few times.

She somewhat figured out his temperament; relatively, he was more prone to yielding with softness rather than stubbornness.

His dark eyes became even more profound, speaking slowly: "Next time I’ll change to another car."

Qiao Mo lowered her gaze, not knowing how to respond, softly saying, "It’s getting late, I... I should go back."

He stared at her for a while, finally releasing her and said, "Go."

Seeing he finally let her go, Qiao Mo breathed a sigh of relief, her face still unbearably hot, almost fleeing in embarrassment.

Heading towards the direction of the dormitory, she hadn’t run more than a few steps before Qiao Mo’s steps halted again, staring dazedly at the figure under an old locust tree, completely stunned.

The old locust tree, large enough for several people to encircle, had almost shed all its leaves, and beneath the bare branches stood a tall figure.

Jing Hao, wearing a khaki coat, white shirt underneath, and black casual pants, stood among the fallen leaves, his gaze on Qiao Mo, with a hint of faint sorrow.

And likewise, not far behind Qiao Mo.

The man dressed in a dark suit had not gotten into the car, with one hand tucked in his pocket, watching Qiao Mo’s back, his eyes deep.