Forbidden Game: Ruthless CEO, Please Set Me Free Chapter 236: Hate me, I Give You Reason to Hate (7)

Standing motionless under the shower, letting the water wash over her, her gaze sowhat vacant, not knowing what she’s thinking.

Her hair was soaked by the water, clinging limply to her head, her cheeks stuck to her face, even her eyelashes were hung with water droplets.

Not long after she entered the bathroom, Fu Nancheng pushed the door open and ca in.

Seeing the empty bed, he was slightly taken aback.

After hearing the sound of water from the bathroom, he snapped back to reality, smoked two cigarettes sitting on the sofa, occasionally looking up at the bathroom, yet she never ca out.

Listening more closely, the sound of the water was steady without any change, not a trace of her movents.

A trace of unease rose in his heart, and he quickly walked up to the bathroom.

’Knock knock knock!’

"Qiao Mo!"

Qiao Mo still stood motionless under the water, completely unresponsive, as if she hadn’t heard anything at all.

The bathroom remained quiet.

A tightness gripped Fu Nancheng’s heart as he pushed the door open.

The bathroom was filled with mist, with steaming heat, sowhat hazy, and she just stood there under the shower, motionless.

At a glance, it was particularly glaring.

A pain seized Fu Nancheng’s chest, his eyes stinging.

Did she really hate him that much?

Hate to this extent!

A trace of self-mockery flashed in his eyes, looking at the red marks on her body, he suppressed the pain in his heart, like an indestructible warrior, he said in a deep voice, "I’ll give you another five minutes."

Qiao Mo simply stared blankly ahead, not sparing him even a glance.

Fu Nancheng’s heart ached, his fingertips slightly curled, turned around and closed the door, as if fleeing in disarray.

Qiao Mo stood under the water for a long ti before finally moving.

But her movents were unhurried, as if she hadn’t heard his words at all.

Twenty minutes later, Qiao Mo slowly ca out, every step a struggle.

He had been leaning against the wall by the bathroom, seeing her finally co out, he took a towel to wrap her up.

Qiao Mo instinctively turned sideways to avoid it, and the towel fell to the ground instantly.

He was left with his big hand hanging in midair, slightly stagnant.

Qiao Mo, with an indifferent expression, stepped on the towel and walked past him, completely treating him as air.

Fu Nancheng couldn’t hold back after all and tried to reach out to grab her.

But as soon as his fingertips touched her, Qiao Mo reacted greatly and brushed him off, stumbling back two steps: "Don’t touch !"

Fu Nancheng’s pupils narrowed slightly, his face darkened a few shades.

Qiao Mo was already weak, her legs felt as if they were filled with lead.

When she retreated, she lost her balance and fell towards the floor.

His heart tightened, he imdiately stepped forward, grabbing her arm and holding her in his embrace.

Her nose bumped into his hard chest, a slight pain, bringing tears to Qiao Mo’s eyes.

"Fu Nancheng, don’t touch !"

Once she regained her footing, she pushed him away, obviously sowhat agitated.

Caught off guard, he was really pushed away by her.

But Qiao Mo, already weak, stumbled a few steps after pushing him away, falling to the floor.

Her long, slender legs appeared even whiter against the dark brown carpet, Qiao Mo looked blankly ahead, not getting up for a long ti, sowhat lost.

His heart ached slightly, he spoke patiently, "Get up, the floor is cold."

Qiao Mo seed not to hear, just staring blankly ahead, her gaze unfocused.

Fu Nancheng sighed softly, attempting to pick her up.

But as soon as he touched her, Qiao Mo suddenly reacted intensely, retreating, her voice hoarse, "Don’t touch !"