Forbidden Game: Ruthless CEO, Please Set Me Free
Chapter 91 Can’t Wait? (3)

Chapter 91: Chapter 91 Can’t Wait? (3)

Fu Nancheng gently opened his eyes, looked at the woman in his arms whose face was flushed, and his gaze gradually softened yet carried an indescribable complexity.

Qiao Mo only felt exceptionally warm, and instinctively snuggled closer to his chest, tightly curled in his embrace.

He reached out to check her forehead, and his brows furrowed again.

It seemed like the fever that had subsided was flaring up again.

He wanted to get up to fetch a thermometer, but as soon as he moved his arm from around her, she felt colder, softly whimpered with a touch of discontent, and randomly reached to grasp his large hand.

Fu Nancheng had no choice but to wrap the blanket more tightly around her.

Thinking that she had taken medicine less than two hours ago, even if she was feverish, she couldn’t take more.

It might be better to wait until she woke up to see.

With that thought, he closed his eyes as well.

But the little creature in his arms was restless, seemingly uncomfortable due to her illness, and kept shifting in his embrace, preventing him from falling asleep.

His nostrils were filled with her fragrance, her delicate body kept rubbing against his through the thin nightwear, and the more he closed his eyes, the more her snow-white body appeared in his mind.

Gradually, he too began to feel somewhat heated.

If he didn’t know he wasn’t sick, he might have suspected that he was the one with the fever.

But Qiao Mo had no idea what he was thinking, and soon she lifted a slender leg, tangling it with his, intertwining with his thigh.

"Damn it!"

Fu Nancheng cursed under his breath, clearly aware of his own desire.

Her small foot also refused to stay still, causing chaos on his leg.

If he didn’t know she was soundly asleep, he’d surely suspect she was intentionally seducing him!

Fu Nancheng frowned, reaching out to grab one of her thighs, removing her leg from his own.

But Qiao Mo was wearing a nightgown, and as she twisted and turned, the hem had already brushed up to her waist, her two smooth thighs unbelievably soft, feeling like jade, with an almost translucent and delicate texture.

Fu Nancheng exhaled lightly, quickly withdrew his hand from under the blanket.

Daring not to touch her again.

Feeling uncomfortable, Qiao Mo turned over, her back pressed against him in his arms.

Fu Nancheng finally sighed in relief.

But within two seconds, his face darkened again, veins on his forehead pronounced.

Qiao Mo’s little bottom was coincidentally pressed against him, occasionally twisting, driving him to distraction!

Qiao Mo, however, was still unaware, feeling vaguely that her throat was incredibly dry.

Until over two hours later, Qiao Mo finally opened her somewhat hazy eyes again, feeling inexplicably uncomfortable.

She turned over, nearly bumping into his chin, feeling disoriented.

"You... you...!"

Qiao Mo’s thoughts gradually cleared up, finally becoming aware of what was beneath her, her face flushed red, a trace of panic in her eyes, she began trying to get up from the bed.

"Don’t move." Fu Nancheng refused to let go, keeping his eyes closed, holding her tightly.

"You...you! You!"

Qiao Mo was furious beyond words, immediately struggling to get up!

She actually... actually slept in this man’s arms!

Seeing her still restless, he frowned, opened his deep black eyes, and hoarsely said directly: "Do you want me to take you right now!"