Forbidden Game: Ruthless CEO, Please Set Me Free
Chapter 36: Seeking Wealth or Taking Lives (3)

Chapter 36: Chapter 36: Seeking Wealth or Taking Lives (3)

Listening to her breathing gradually become steady, the ever-pretending-to-sleep Fu Nancheng slowly opened those deep eyes, his cold gaze falling somewhat dazedly on Qiao Mo’s small palm-sized face.

Her face was small, with slightly chubby cheeks and lashes that weren’t very long but were lush and curled, and a tiny pink mouth slightly pouted. Her sleeping appearance made one reluctant to disturb her in the slightest.

The large hand still bearing a needle gently lifted, slowly reaching toward Qiao Mo’s cheek, involuntarily wanting to touch her.

But as soon as the cool fingertip touched her cheek, it felt like an electric shock, suddenly waking him up. He slowly withdrew his fingers, clenching them into a fist as if desperately suppressing something.

Looking at the woman sleeping soundly next to the bed, his eyes flashed with a hint of complexity, eventually lowering his gaze slowly.

It was unclear how much time passed before Qiao Mo raised her hand to rub her sore neck and gradually woke up.

But as soon as she was awake, she remembered his drip, breaking into a cold sweat and standing up from the chair in an instant, turning her head to look.

Unexpectedly, her movement was too quick, and she instantly collided with the silver infusion stand beside her.

Her arm just happened to hook onto the drip tube of the IV, and as she stood up, the infusion stand fell with a ’clang’ sound, crashing toward her.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the more than two-meter-tall infusion stand falling towards her, his heart tensed, and without thinking, he grabbed her arm and pulled her into his embrace.

Almost simultaneously, the infusion stand hit him with a ’bang,’ making a dull thud.

Qiao Mo fell sitting at the edge of the hospital bed, unable to react for a moment, only feeling that she suddenly fell into a warm embrace, leaving her slightly dazed.

The room was exceptionally quiet for a while, Fu Nancheng did not move, still maintaining his previous posture, embracing her from behind, completely shielding her in his arms.

It was as if time stopped at this second. He forgot to react, and she forgot to push him away.

Qiao Mo only thought his scent was really nice, cold yet different from Jing Hao’s.

His large hand encircled her slender waist. Her waist was very slim and soft, even through clothing he could still feel its delicate fragility.

Fu Nancheng’s gaze was momentarily dazed but quickly became clear again.

He lowered his gaze, wanting to push her away, but found a strand of her hair had slid from her shoulder, entwining around his collar, gradually releasing a faint jasmine scent.

Faintly tickling his heart with an itch.

Mysteriously compelled, he did not push her away; instead, he quietly held her like this...

As time ticked by, until noticing a warm sensation on his neck, with a touch of stickiness, Qiao Mo finally came to her senses.

"Fu..."

As soon as Qiao Mo spoke, he had already let go.

Qiao Mo hesitated slightly, didn’t say more, hurriedly got up, and propped up the infusion stand that had fallen on the man. Looking up at Fu Nancheng in an instant, she couldn’t help but be stunned again.

Fresh blood seeped from his forehead again... slowly dripping down his forehead, on that overly fair face, it was particularly striking and frightening.

Qiao Mo stood where she was, staring at him in a daze, momentarily forgetting to react.

Fu Nancheng’s expression remained unchanged, softly spoke: "Go get the medicine box."

But after he spoke, Qiao Mo still didn’t move, still staring dazedly at his bloodstained handsome face.

He... was bleeding just now because he protected her?