Escaped Wife of a Tyrant CEO

Chapter 24

She had beautiful eyes.

"He likes Song Nuonuo."

"Song ...for real! Song Nuonuo!" Zhang Qingduo almost jumped up, "That little girl who lives in his house? I thought Brother Li cares for friendship! Isn't it, how old is she, Brother Li ..."

"Hush, don't say that."

Bai Ye said, "If you want to die, you can continue to talk."

Zhang Qingduo closed his mouth and thought for a long time, he couldn't recall the girl's appearance specifically.

He mumbled, "Isn't Chen Qian pretty?"

Bai Ye was speechless, and now he also thought that Zhang Qingduo was blind.

　　~

On the night of October, accompanied by a little coolness.

When Qiu Li drove home, it was only nine o'clock. The villa had bright lights, and the bodyguards saluted him one after another.

Qiu Li opened the door, and Aunt Chen quickly changed his shoes.

There were only five crystal lights in the living room.

Qiu Li changed his shoes, and his tone was flat, "Did she wake up?"

Ms. Chen was worried, but her face was calm, "Master, no."

It seemed that she was still sick.

Qiu Li froze, when he received a call, he could guess why Nuonuo was sick.

Her whole body was soaked and he made her walk in the cold.

His heart softened when Nuonuo bowed down.

Qiu Li also remembered the depressed energy in his heart. So he didn't come back for a few days. He didn't expect that she was sick.

Qiu Li took off his suit and unbuttoned his shirt anxiously, and then slowly walked to her room.

Nuonuo's room was on the first floor.

It was originally a utility room.

When she came, Qiu Li threw her there directly.

In Nuonuo's room, there was only a warm yellow bedside lamp that was turned on—Aunt Chen was afraid to affect her rest.

Her ink hair fell into the soft pillow, her face was flushed red, and her breath was a little heavy.

Qiu Li pushed the door in and walked to her bed with a cold face.

The moment he looked down at her face, the indifference froze on his face. Qiu Li heard his heart beat irregularly and frantically, almost jumping out of his chest.

He suspected that he was in an absurd dream.

The girl on the bed had a smaller face than the peach blossoms in March, which was a beauty that you couldn't forget at a glance.

Her long eyelashes trembled and a shadow was cast on her face. The delicate color of the tear mole seemed to bloom.

Because of illness, her breathing was not smooth, and her lips opened slightly to make it easy to breathe.

She didn't seem to be sick, but she seemed to sleep soundly.

In a crazy heartbeat, his thumb touched her cheek. It was hot, and it almost burned his fingertips.

However, he was not willing to withdraw his hand. He finally reached on the tear mole, and gently rubbed it.

A numb excitement arose, his blood was boiling from the bone. He was suffocated.

She was pretty.

This was not the usual Song Nuonuo, this was a beauty.

Every inch seemed to cater to his preferences.

The surprise he lost suddenly appeared again.

Qiu Li stared at her slightly opened lips, and his throat went dry.

He pressed his thumb hard on her lips.

That touch came from his fingertips, flowing through his blood, and he was numb with excitement.

At this moment he admitted that he was a beast. She was just lying in bed and he hardened before touching her.

He wanted to kiss her and do her.

　　~

Nuonuo was uncomfortable. Her body was hot, but she was shaking when she felt a chill.

Her mind was so chaotic that she could hardly breathe.

She felt like she was dying.

She wouldn't die in the male lead's hands, but die from cold. She was the most transmigrated loser of all time.

When she felt rough fingertips touch her lips, she felt uncomfortable.

Nuonuo groaned and tried to open her eyes.

Her long eyelashes trembled, and when she opened them slightly, she saw an enlarged face.

The silhouette of the man was cold, but his eyes were burning with excitement that she was familiar with.

Nuonuo would never forget such eyes.

On the night of her death, the male lead had the same look.

At the moment, his hands were on the sides of her head, and his lips fell.

Nuonuo responded a little, but she still knew who he was.

The man that she hated so much but couldn't mess with.

She covered her lips quickly.

His kiss fell on the back of her hand.

The coldness made her uncomfortable.

Nuonuo's eyes were dim, not quite sober, but were exceptionally pure.

Nuonuo looked at him quietly with some despair.

She still remembered the consequences of covering her mouth last time. This arrogant man would never tolerate this happening a second time.

But she hated him so much.

Anyway, she was almost ill and dying. She couldn't let him take advantage of her before she died.

Nuonuo waited for him to lose his temper.

However, the man bent his lips and gently pecked the back of her unmoved hand with a fascinating look.

Nuonuo, "..."

The wet and cool touch on the back of her hand made her scalp numb.

Was she going crazy or was the male lead crazy?