The Overbearing CEO's Little Wildcat (45)

Su Qiao was wearing a light blue silk pajama set. As she bent over, her delicate collarbone immediately slipped into view.

Qin Mohan quietly swallowed, wanting to pull away, but feeling a bit reluctant, he could only remain stiff.

"Your eyes should be fine now."

Su Qiao was completely unaware of the effect she had on him. She moved back and sat on the edge of the bed.

Qin Mohan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, though a faint sense of loss lingered deep in his heart.

His voice was a little hoarse: "Perhaps the lingering poison hasn't cleared. I've seen many doctors abroad, but none of them could cure it."

"What are your symptoms?"

Su Qiao instinctively asked.

Qin Mohan didn't hide anything, frowning with some annoyance:

"Frequent headaches, trouble sleeping, a tightness in my chest, and I'm always irritable. The doctors said it's because treatment was delayed at the time, which is why it's like this."

"You can't go on like this." Su Qiao's delicate brows furrowed after hearing him.

Qin Mohan was the Overlord, an indispensable key figure for her to complete her mission.

She couldn't have him die before she completely finished her task.

"Mm."

Qin Mohan nodded in agreement, then said something shocking:

"Last time, when I held you in the car, I fell asleep very quickly."

Su Qiao was startled, quickly realizing the man's intention.

She raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms, a half-smile playing on her lips: "So?"

She'd become a human pillow?

And the reason he appeared here tonight was because he wanted to sleep while holding her, this human pillow?

No wonder this man suddenly completely changed his demeanor?

So this is what he was waiting for.

"I really just want to get a good night's sleep."

Qin Mohan looked troubled, gazing at her with longing eyes, his low voice even carrying a hint of subtle coaxing.

"The 'suffering' act won't work on me. I'm not used to sleeping with people."

Su Qiao's heart was hard; she wasn't falling for his tricks at all.

"The last time I slept for six consecutive hours, it was after taking a large dose of sleeping pills."

Qin Mohan wouldn't compromise easily.

Once he decided to do something, he would achieve it no matter what means he used.

[Host, the Great Demon King is really pitiful. No wonder he went crazy in the end.]

444 looked sympathetic.

[Oh, by the way, Host, do you remember? When you were little, you seemed to have met a blind older brother? He also seemed to have been poisoned by a snake.]

444 was talking about something Su Qiao's avatar experienced when she was little.

However, since they were essentially the same person, it just said it directly.

"Did that happen?"

[Yes, yes, think carefully.]

Because of Li Dongnan's mistake last time, 444 had re-read the data several times, just to avoid similar errors.

Seeing it speak with such certainty, Su Qiao began sifting through her memories. Then she stared at Qin Mohan's face, her gaze flickering.

It seemed there was such a period. At that time, her avatar seemed to be only eight or nine years old.

Once, while playing in her grandmother's backyard, she did indeed encounter a very handsome older boy.

At the time, the boy was covered in dust, and many parts of him were injured. His ankle had been bitten by a snake.

She even stayed with him for a long time, and under the older boy's instruction, she gathered some herbs, chewed them up, and applied them to his wound.

"Cough, cough, you..." Su Qiao was about to ask, but then she wondered if she should ask, or if there was even a need to.

Qin Mohan tugged at his dark blue silk pajamas, looking honest: "I've already showered."

"..." Su Qiao almost choked on her own saliva.

Who cares if you've showered or not?