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She stared at Mo Qian’s actions, completely entranced. Her fingers by her side twitched slightly, betraying Ji Wei’s inner tension.

"Have you had dinner?" Mo Qian suddenly turned his head and glanced at the woman, his voice low as he asked. He unbuttoned the shirt at his chest, revealing a hint of healthy, honey-toned skin. His firm chest muscles were particularly alluring.

Ji Wei t the man’s gaze and instantly felt a wave of heat, quickly averting her face and shaking her head awkwardly. "Not yet..."

"Alright, I’ll have soone send so food up." Mo Qian bent down, his slender fingers picking up the phone on the coffee table, and walked to the side to call the hotel staff.

After placing the order, he walked back and said, "I’m going to take a shower. When dinner arrives, you can eat first."

Just monts ago, when Mo Qian held her, Ji Wei could sense a fresh scent on him—it was unmistakably the sll of soone who had just showered. It was clear he had really been drugged and needed cold water to keep himself alert.

Ji Wei’s heart trembled. She suddenly stood and approached him.

"Mo Qian, do you need my help?" The woman’s gaze was sincere and earnest, quietly locking onto him.

Mo Qian wasn’t unfamiliar with being drugged; the last ti at the Zhu Family’s place, his willpower had been astonishing. Even with her by his side, he hadn’t done anything to her.

But this ti, the situation was different. There was no third person in the room, and she didn’t want him to endure it anymore.

From Ji Wei’s words and expression, Mo Qian quickly understood what she ant. After a brief pause, a faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

He reached out and gently caressed her flushed cheeks, his gaze deep and unreadable.

"You don’t need to worry about . Eat your dinner obediently; I’ll be out soon." Mo Qian’s voice was unusually hoarse, a hint of softness in his tone.

Ji Wei: "..."

After speaking, the man turned and walked into the bathroom.

Not long after, the hotel staff delivered dinner.

Looking at the neatly arranged Western-style dishes, Ji Wei found she had little appetite.

The sound of running water from the bathroom hadn’t stopped. Ji Wei sat in front of the sofa, staring at the blurry figure on the glass door for a long while before finally picking up the knife and fork, starting to cut the steak on her plate.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Ji Wei almost instinctively raised her eyes to look.

Mo Qian stepped out wearing a white bathrobe, drops of water still dripping from his jet-black short hair.

The neckline of his bathrobe was slightly open, exposing his honey-toned skin. His lower legs were lean and elegantly long... The freshly showered man appeared clean and refreshed, exuding an indescribable sensuality.

Ji Wei’s hand gripping the knife and fork froze as she stared blankly at the man approaching her.

The effects of the drug were temporarily suppressed, and Mo Qian didn’t shy away. He directly sat down beside Ji Wei. Seeing the lopsided steak pieces on her plate, a faint smile played at the corners of his lips.

"Give the knife and fork." The man’s deep, captivating voice resonated as, without waiting for Ji Wei to react, he took the knife and fork from her hands.

He began cutting the steak with practiced elegance, his deanor calm and composed.

It was difficult for Ji Wei to reconcile the image of Mo Qian in a bathrobe with the refinent of Western dining, yet in this mont, every movent of the man—his hair still damp—radiated an irresistible charm.

He cut the steak into tidy, precise pieces, the level of skill reminiscent of a surgeon wielding a scalpel with ease and expertise.

Ji Wei stared dumbfounded at the way he sliced the steak, her heartbeat involuntarily quickening.

No matter how many tis she looked, the man beside her remained impossibly handso.

Especially with the lingering scent of body wash on Mo Qian, the water droplets trailing from the tips of his hair across the flawless contours of his face... The perfectly chiseled jawline, the prominent Adam’s apple—this man was simply unbearably sensual.

"Open your mouth."

The deep, magnetic voice suddenly rang out, snapping Ji Wei out of her daze.

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