Forbidden Game: Ruthless CEO, Please Set Me Free
Chapter 37: Seeking Wealth or Taking Lives (4)

Chapter 37: Chapter 37: Seeking Wealth or Taking Lives (4)

"Are you planning to rob me or kill me?" Fu Nancheng looked up at the woman in front of him, his voice turning a bit deeper.

Qiao Mo snapped back to reality and quickly turned to find the first aid kit.

By the time she returned with the kit, he was already sitting on the sofa. The bloodstain on his cheek had dried a bit but still lingered on his extraordinarily handsome face, adding a touch of allure.

Qiao Mo quickly opened the first aid kit, glanced at the medication instructions, and then stood somewhat awkwardly beside Fu Nancheng, trying to help check his wound.

Yet he leaned back against the sofa, eyes slightly drooped, clearly showing no intention of cooperating. Qiao Mo was a bit nervous, softly speaking, "Mr. Fu, could you sit up a little? I can’t reach your wound."

At her voice, Fu Nancheng lifted his eyelids and indeed straightened his body.

Seeing this, Qiao Mo breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the cotton swab and the medicine, but just as she turned around, she felt a tightness at her waist and immediately fell onto a strong thigh.

"Now you can reach." Fu Nancheng’s deep voice unfolded beside her ear, making Qiao Mo instinctively lean back, her heart racing uncontrollably.

Fu Nancheng narrowed his eyes, moving a bit closer to her.

Qiao Mo’s cheeks flushed, she lowered her gaze, leaning back again with her waist tensely stiff: "Fu... Mr. Fu..."

Fu Nancheng held her slender waist, feeling it soft like a water snake. Despite the large angle, she could still support herself without falling onto the sofa. Whatever he thought of, his eyes deepened, and he slowly said, "Good waist-bending skills..."

His voice was deep, with an inexplicable warmth. Qiao Mo’s cheeks were somewhat hot, avoiding his gaze and said, "Are you... Mr. Fu, still applying the medicine?"

At her words, Fu Nancheng no longer teased her and straightened his body.

Qiao Mo immediately stood up swiftly from his leg, moving far away.

He did not stop her, simply leaning back against the sofa again.

This time, Qiao Mo didn’t dare to complain, fearing he might pull her onto his leg again.

Thus, Qiao Mo had to kneel on one knee on the sofa beside him, holding a cotton swab in one hand and supporting on the sofa’s back with the other. She leaned over, getting closer to the top of his head, her cheeks still somewhat hot.

Being so close, Qiao Mo couldn’t help feeling a bit nervous.

She quietly glanced at the man in front of her; he had his eyes gently closed, with long eyelashes dropping like wings. Instantly, all the harshness was restrained, pure as a baby...

Qiao Mo was a bit lost, quickly shaking her head. Really, what was she thinking?

Gathering her spirits again, she looked at the top of his head, but the strands of hair covered the wound, so she had been holding the cotton swab up for ages without finding a place to apply it.

Seeing this, Qiao Mo furrowed her delicate brows, glanced at Fu Nancheng. Seeing him still half-asleep with his eyes closed, she reached out another hand to gently brush aside the hair on top of his head. To see more clearly, her whole body leaned forward a bit more.

Instantly, a faint fragrance wafted into his nose, inexplicably enchanting his heart. Fu Nancheng’s eyes slowly opened, and a large expanse of snow-white skin came into view.

Qiao Mo’s chest was less than half an inch from him, and following the exquisite collarbone down, a glimpse of pink underwear was visible. It was the one he had asked the guest room to bring her yesterday, fitting perfectly...

Fu Nancheng’s brows slightly furrowed, closing his eyes again, yet the image in his mind lingered, causing him to have some reaction.