Forbidden Game: Ruthless CEO, Please Set Me Free-Chapter 836 - 844: Mrs. Fu (3)
But later, she saw the news, saw that Qiao Yun and Yang Peiyun were both sent to prison.
She saw the evidence of how she had been set up back then spreading quickly online.
This made her unable to resist wanting to gamble again, betting that maybe he still had some feelings for her.
It’s just that she didn’t know if these feelings were enough for him to donate blood to Chenchen.
However, she thought, as long as he was willing to touch her, at least it indicated... he might be willing.
The anticipated large hand that fell on her made Qiao Mo a bit nervous. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦
But after all, she was no longer inexperienced. Even though she was still nervous, she wasn’t as stiff as before.
Just lying on this soft bed, she couldn’t help but think.
Did he and Mrs. Fu also spend countless nights on this bed, in different poses, different positions?
Did he also kiss her, hold her, and do as he pleased with her?
Qiao Mo just stayed silent. Fortunately, over the years, she was no longer as sentimental as before. Thinking about it, if it were in the past, she probably wouldn’t have been able to accept knowing another woman had also slept in this bed.
But now, it seemed like it was no big deal.
The anticipated kiss didn’t fall. Her eyelashes fluttered slightly as Qiao Mo opened her eyes.
His face was very close to hers, within arm’s reach.
But from his eyes, she didn’t see desire; rather, there was a hint of longing.
He carefully outlined her features, afraid that this was just another dream.
Awaking from a midnight dream, everything would vanish.
Qiao Mo swallowed, her gaze evasive, but since he didn’t take the initiative, she couldn’t completely let go.
He lay beside her, pulling her into his arms, holding her tightly.
Qiao Mo stayed silent. After a while, seeing he still made no move, she said, "Fu Nancheng..."
"Sleep."
She was surprised, didn’t expect he actually had no intention of touching her.
"Xuanxuan’s illness..."
"I’ll consider it."
Upon hearing this, she fell silent.
Considering it was still better than outright refusal.
Fu Nancheng’s chin gently rested on her shoulder, his large hand wrapped around her waist, his eyes somewhat moist.
He kissed her shoulder, lowered his eyes slightly, blinking, attempting to evaporate the mist within.
Not a word was spoken all night, and Qiao Mo fell asleep unknowingly.
Ironically, she often couldn’t sleep in her newly purchased villa these days, yet here in his arms, she slept soundly.
...
The next day, when Qiao Mo woke, it was already close to nine o’clock.
Turning over, she bumped into a handsome face. It took her a moment to react and come to her senses.
His gaze was deep, yet his eyes were full of bloodshot, as if he hadn’t slept at all last night.
Qiao Mo was momentarily dumbfounded: "You... you... didn’t sleep well?"
"Mm, I’ll sleep a little more."
Seeing him close his eyes again, Qiao Mo had no choice but to remain silent.
What she didn’t know was, this whole night, Fu Nancheng hadn’t dared to sleep, afraid that at any moment, she would leave him again.
Qiao Mo quietly lay in his arms for a while, then couldn’t help but ask, "Is Mrs. Fu not coming back?"
"No."
"Won’t she catch us?"
"No."
"It feels like we’re having an affair."
Qiao Mo laughed self-deprecatingly, feeling like she no longer had any boundaries.
"Mm." He nuzzled into the crook of her neck, somewhat wanting more.
"When you sleep with her, do you also sleep poorly?"
"Mm."
Qiao Mo felt a bit dissatisfied, thinking this man was simply dismissive.
But in fact, Fu Nancheng answered sincerely, these past few years, he really hadn’t slept well, waking up repeatedly from nightmares.
