Forbidden Game: Ruthless CEO, Please Set Me Free
Chapter 89 Can’t Wait? (1)

Chapter 89: Chapter 89 Can’t Wait? (1)

The room gradually quieted down, leaving only the sound of Qiao Mo eating with her head lowered.

In less than a minute, Qiao Mo deftly put down her chopsticks, as if completing a chore: "I’m done eating."

Fu Nancheng’s expression was still unpleasant. The dishes on the tray were almost untouched, only a few bites were taken from the rice, yet more than half a bowl remained.

Seeing a grain of rice stuck at the corner of her mouth, he pressed his thumb lightly on her lips with a stern face: "Even sick like this, you still have the strength to annoy me?"

His thumb was slightly cool, his movement very gentle, carefully removing the grain of rice from the corner of her lips.

Qiao Mo didn’t expect his action and forgot to react.

When she looked up, she collided with a pair of bloodshot eyes.

Dark circles stained under his eyes, as if he hadn’t slept all night.

Qiao Mo suddenly realized that the other side of the bed showed no signs of use.

Could it be... he didn’t sleep all night?

Fu Nancheng picked up the chopsticks and placed them back in her hand, speaking coldly: "Eat a bit more."

Qiao Mo looked up at him. His expression was icy. He hadn’t lost his temper yet, but it was clear there was no room for refusal.

Qiao Mo lowered her head without a word, but eventually took a few more bites.

The somewhat oppressive atmosphere gradually lightened a bit until they finished the meal, and only then did he call for someone to clear away the table and dishes.

He only breathed a sigh of relief after seeing her take her medicine.

"Get some more sleep, sweating a bit helps recovery." He leaned over to tuck her in, his actions very gentle.

Qiao Mo stared at him absentmindedly. He was wearing a set of gray loungewear, lacking the cold severity he had when wearing a suit. When he didn’t have a stern face, even his features seemed a bit softer.

A faint, chilly aura enveloped her. His throat was very close to her. She could even feel his breath.

Qiao Mo felt a bit uneasy and closed her eyes until he sat back down in the chair beside the bed before reopening them.

Qiao Mo blinked her swollen eyes at him. After sitting down, he picked up the tablet seemingly occupied with work.

Qiao Mo watched him for a while and couldn’t help but speak softly: "I can’t sleep."

His gaze shifted from the tablet to her face, and he spoke lightly: "Then shall we exercise a bit?"

Qiao Mo was slightly stunned and instinctively asked: "What kind of exercise?"

His eyes deepened a bit, his thin lips parting slowly: "Bed exercise."

Qiao Mo’s cheeks suddenly flushed red, burning hot, making her feel as if her recently reduced fever spiked back up to forty degrees.

Instinctively avoiding his gaze, she didn’t dare make a sound.

Yet he seemed addicted to teasing her, speaking lightly again: "Didn’t you say last night that it would be another day?"

Qiao Mo felt unease growing within her. Originally, she thought he was joking, but now she feared he might seriously consider it, hastily saying: "I’m still sick."

"Then shouldn’t you be sleeping?" he said in a deep voice.

Upon hearing this, Qiao Mo immediately shut her eyes tightly, not daring to say more.

The room grew quiet once more, and Qiao Mo’s head felt muddled, her thoughts in a tangled mess. However, the curtains were only sheer, letting in some light, making it impossible for her to sleep.

Hearing her rustling about, he ignored her.

Until half an hour later, when he finished his work, he spoke again: "Really want to exercise?"

Qiao Mo still kept her eyes shut tight, not daring to make a sound, yet her earlobes flushed slightly red.

Truly puzzling, he looked so serious and proper, yet the words he said were so indecent.