Forbidden Game: Ruthless CEO, Please Set Me Free

Chapter 422: Am I Spoiling You Too Much (7)

He gently bit her shoulder, leaving patches of crimson, and then slowly said, "You mean Chen Shiqing?"Qiao Mo remained silent.

He spoke casually, "I won’t get engaged to her, and I definitely won’t marry her."

Qiao Mo was slightly startled, looking at him in a daze.

"That’s the woman the old man chose, not the one I chose."

The seriousness in his eyes caused Qiao Mo to be momentarily distracted.

Soon after, he offered no further explanation, only a lingering kiss.

Qiao Mo snapped back to reality, lowered her eyes, and tried to push him away, "Fu Nancheng, no matter what, I already don’t owe you anymore, us..."

He slowly released her, his gaze turning cold, lips pressed into a sharp arc, and turned towards the bedroom. He seemed displeased.

Qiao Mo hurriedly caught up and stopped him, "Fu Nancheng... this is my house!"

He sneered, eyes flashing with irony, and said coldly, "Your house? Not just this room, even you belong to me!"

With those words, he walked past her.

Qiao Mo blocked his way again, "Fu Nancheng, that’s the bedroom, you can’t go in..."

He curled his lips into a sharp arc, a hint of danger in his eyes.

Qiao Mo felt uneasy, but the next moment, he pulled her into his arms.

Feeling the warmth and smelling the familiar fragrance on her, his expression softened somewhat.

"Can’t go in?" he spoke deeply.

His lips brushed against her ear, voice husky, "I’ve been inside your body, how can I not enter the bedroom?"

Qiao Mo’s face flushed bright red, feeling embarrassed and irritated, trying several times to push him away but couldn’t match his strength.

"Hm?" he spoke softly.

"You... you let go of me..." Qiao Mo was both ashamed and angry, completely defenseless. Google seaʀᴄh N0v3l.Fiɾe.net

Not only did he not release her, but he lifted her onto the bed, leaning over her.

The bed wasn’t very big, even somewhat small in strict terms.

As soon as he got on, the bed creaked, making Qiao Mo’s face even redder.

Fu Nancheng frowned slightly, knowing she was always picky, wondering how she managed to sleep.

His gaze softened as he looked at the small face below him, and he whispered, "Did you miss me?"

Qiao Mo was about to respond when her voice was swallowed.

His lips fiercely pressed against hers, drinking in her essence.

She felt she couldn’t breathe, her mind began to spin, not to mention her body, which started to go limp.

The towel around his waist slipped to the ground, revealing a large grinning cat face.

But just then, there came the sound of knocking at the door.

’Knock, knock!’

Qiao Mo spoke softly, her voice somewhat hoarse, "Someone’s knocking."

"Hm." He answered with a gloomy expression.

A few seconds later, he finally got up, walked to the sofa, and lit a cigarette, seeming somewhat agitated.

Qiao Mo, seeing that he had no intention of opening the door, rushed over to the door, "Who are you looking for?"

"Miss Qiao, right? There’s a delivery of flowers for you..."

Qiao Mo was taken aback, instinctively looking towards the man on the sofa, but saw him fiddling with his phone, completely ignoring her.

After opening the door, a courier handed her a notebook, "Miss Qiao, please sign for it."