"I love you, in this life and the next, forever."
She spoke softly between kisses, a hot tear rolling down his handso face.
Gu Moqian’s heart was stirred. He held her tightly, their bodies tangled passionately together.
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After a night of heated intimacy with Gu Moqian, Ji Wei was utterly spent, exhausted both physically and ntally. By all ans, she shouldn’t have woken in the middle of the night. Yet, ironically, it was precisely because of her fatigue that hunger grumbled audibly from her stomach.
At her birthday banquet, she’d had a few glasses of champagne and so slices of cake, but barely ate anything substantial.
After coming here and being utterly drained by Gu Moqian, she finally woke up, ravenous.
Propping herself up, Ji Wei glanced at the clock on the wall. In the dim glow of the lamp, the hands pointed to 3:30 a.m. Turning her head, she looked beside her, only to find Gu Moqian was nowhere to be seen.
Ji Wei lifted the blanket and got out of bed, but her legs trembled as soon as they touched the ground. She clung to the edge of the bed, enduring the soreness, and slowly moved forward.
The light in the bathroom was on; Ji Wei assud Gu Moqian must be inside and felt reassured.
The presidential suite boasted a sprawling open-plan kitchen.
Ji Wei walked over and opened the fridge. Inside, she found it stocked full of bottled water, alongside eggs, noodles, and so Italian sausages.
These ingredients would suffice to cook a simple al to stave off her hunger.
Ji Wei took out the food she could use, placing them on the counter. She then poured so purified water into a pot for boiling noodles and turned on the gas.
As the water heated, Ji Wei glanced back toward the bathroom.
Should she ask Gu Moqian if he was hungry too? Maybe he’d like so noodles?
With that thought, Ji Wei slipped on her slippers and walked toward the bathroom.
The faint silhouette of a man’s figure was visible against the frosted glass door. Raising her hand, she knocked, "Mo Qian, I’m making noodles. Do you want so?"
At that mont, Gu Moqian was pushing liquid from a syringe into his arm. The sudden sound of her voice startled him, his fingers trembling slightly, causing the sharp needle to press deeper into his skin. The pain made his brows furrow tightly.
He dared not move, his hand stiffly holding the syringe. After several seconds of pause, he responded in a calm, unaffected voice, "Sure."
"I’ll make more, then. Are you coming out soon? I’m afraid the noodles will stick together if they overcook," she said.
"Almost done," ca his steady, low reply.
Ji Wei nodded and turned back toward the counter.
Gu Moqian listened for the sound of her footsteps fading away before letting out a long breath. He couldn’t afford to delay any further. Quickly finishing the injection, he packed everything away, tucking it into a hidden compartnt under the sink.
He then turned on the faucet and began to wash his hands.
Ji Wei heard the faint sound of running water, followed by the creak of the bathroom door opening. She glanced back to see Gu Moqian, dressed in a deep brown silk robe, walking toward her.
"Mo Qian, sit for a bit. The noodles just went into the pot; they’ll take a while to cook," Ji Wei said to him with a gentle smile.
The counter faced the dining table, where plates of golden-fried eggs and Italian sausages were already laid out, looking appetizing and enticing.
Gu Moqian glanced briefly at the table but didn’t sit. Instead, he suddenly turned and walked toward her, his dark eyes warm with tenderness.
The water in the pot bubbled and boiled. Ji Wei wore an apron adorned with soft floral patterns, her hand gently stirring the noodles with chopsticks to keep them from sticking.
Gu Moqian silently observed her figure for a few seconds, a faint curve appearing at the corner of his lips.
Without warning, she felt a tightness around her waist. Ji Wei turned her head in surprise, only to discover the man leaning his chin gently against her shoulder, wrapping her in a tender embrace from behind.
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