Forbidden Game: Ruthless CEO, Please Set Me Free
Chapter 90 Can’t Wait? (2)

Chapter 90: Chapter 90 Can’t Wait? (2)

Fortunately, the midday sun was strong, and soon a few rays of sunlight fell on Qiao Mo’s face.

He got up, lowered the dark curtains, and closed the room door.

The room instantly darkened, like night, with almost no light.

After turning on a wall lamp, he sat by the bed again.

At this moment, Qiao Mo felt even more nervous.

Because now it was truly no different from night, the warm yellow of the wall lamp inexplicably added a touch of romantic tension, making her particularly uneasy.

About twenty minutes later, Qiao Mo quietly opened her eyes, only to meet his dark gaze.

"Mr. Fu, I start school tomorrow." Qiao Mo spoke softly, but her voice was terribly hoarse.

"Mm."

He just responded with a sound, leaving Qiao Mo at a loss.

A few more minutes passed, and Qiao Mo couldn’t help but speak again, "Mr. Fu, may I get up to pack my luggage?"

His brow furrowed again: "No."

Qiao Mo pursed her lips, "But..."

"No buts." He interrupted her sternly.

Qiao Mo looked at him in dissatisfaction, he was simply dictatorial!

With that, Fu Nancheng put down the computer in his hand and got onto the bed.

"Hey! What are you doing!"

Qiao Mo was terrified, her face turning a shade paler immediately.

"Sleeping." Fu Nancheng said flatly.

"But..."

"This is my bed."

Qiao Mo’s face stiffened slightly, and she quickly said, "Then I’ll go sleep in the guest room."

As she spoke, she made to get up.

The man’s face turned dark immediately: "You dare to move and try."

Qiao Mo really wanted to retort, try and see.

But facing his gloomy expression, her courage failed her, and she dared not move.

She had no doubt that if she really ran off, he would do something utterly disgraceful.

Just as he was about to dive under the quilt, without time to think, Qiao Mo immediately grabbed the quilt and wrapped herself into a cocoon, so tight there wasn’t a single gap.

Fu Nancheng paused slightly, looked at the bare bed, turned black-faced and lay down beside her, not bothering her.

It wasn’t until more than ten minutes later that a steady breathing came from beside her.

Qiao Mo quietly opened her eyes to look.

An impeccable, jade-like handsome face came into view.

He seemed somewhat displeased, his brows furrowed tightly all along.

As if there were countless worries hidden in his heart.

Qiao Mo gazed at his profile, somewhat lost in thought, had he... really watched over her all night?

Out of some impulse, her fingers gently landed on his brow, as if wanting to smooth it out.

It wasn’t until her fingertips felt cool that she snapped back to her senses.

She hurriedly withdrew her hand, somewhat flustered.

What was she doing?

Qiao Mo anxiously glanced at the man beside her, seeing he was still unresponsive, she quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Staring at the ceiling, she couldn’t help but think of Jing Hao again.

I wonder if Aunt Feng has any news, leaving him at this time, he must be very sad.

At this thought, Qiao Mo’s resentment towards Fu Nancheng deepened ever so slightly.

Turning to look at the man beside her, she softly muttered, "Freeze to death!"

The man’s eyelashes fluttered lightly, but Qiao Mo was lost in her world, evidently unaware.

A few minutes later, she sighed, recalling the bloodshot streaks in his eyes, shared the quilt with him, and positioned herself on the bed’s edge, lying as far away from him as possible, a slight turn and she could fall off the bed.

Perhaps because she was unwell, Qiao Mo gradually fell asleep too.

But even though the room temperature was high, she kept catching a fever again and again, and soon felt terribly cold.

In a drowsy state, a long arm pulled her over, and Qiao Mo suddenly felt as if she was against a giant, warm entity, impossibly warm.

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