The warmth from his body seeped through the pajamas and onto her skin, gradually warming her up.
It was as if he was marking a claim; her whole body was encompassed in the man’s embrace. They had slept together before, but mostly after everything was done. Clearly, he had good bedroom manners—never just falling asleep imdiately after.
The few tis he behaved differently were during those days in the apartnt. Whenever she couldn’t sleep due to nstrual cramps and kept tossing and turning. Maybe she disturbed his sleep, so he would hold her to keep her still.
Yet now, the man behind her wrapped his arm around her waist, his chest pressed against her back. The bedroom was quiet, and she could clearly hear the sound of his heartbeat.
She wasn’t sleepy at all.
She didn’t know how much ti had passed before a deep voice sounded near her ear, "Asleep?"
Nan Wan didn’t move, softly replied, "Not yet."
After this brief exchange, the bedroom returned to silence.
It couldn’t be the wound hurting. Even if it were, he wouldn’t bring it up.
Nan Wan didn’t ask proactively either; whatever he wanted to say seed inevitable.
The alcohol had worn off; Mu Jin Huan hadn’t closed his eyes the whole night, yet he wasn’t particularly drowsy at this mont.
Wide awake, calm.
His thin lips brushed against her ear, his voice low and slow, "The Yu Family was kind to . Even if Qinglu’s fiancé hadn’t died, I couldn’t just ignore her."
Nan Wan didn’t open her eyes. Her small face buried in the covers showed only tranquility.
See, just as she thought...
A woman’s intuition has always been a mystery, without basis, yet it’s accurate many tis.
She responded faintly with an "Mm," indicating she had heard him.
Indeed, out of both emotion and reason, he couldn’t just turn a blind eye.
Understanding is one thing, but acceptance is another.
Yu Qinglu got the house back from Grandma without lifting a finger. The next step, does she want him too...
Mu Jin Huan spoke the truth plainly, without holding back, "As long as Qinglu is in Qing City, I have to keep her safe."
Nan Wan maintained her original sleeping posture, her voice still indifferent, "You have your sense of duty and friendship, but unfortunately, I haven’t witnessed your past nor will I understand it, so you don’t need to tell this."
In Mu Jin Huan’s dark eyes lingered a complexity that others could not comprehend. He found her hand, holding it in his palm, "I could choose to say nothing or not to explain, but I don’t want to hide from you."
Nan Wan chuckled softly, her tone lazy, "Mr. Mu, while you say you want to try with , you also ask to accept your so-called responsibility. Don’t you think you’re asking for too much?"
Mu Jin Huan had that strange feeling again. She was clearly in his arms, yet her voice seed to drift from a very far distance.
Illusory, ethereal.
His arms tightened, his handso face hidden in shadows, enigmatic, "Marriage itself is the beginning of greed."
His grip grew stronger, squeezing Nan Wan a little uncomfortably, but she wasn’t annoyed. Instead, she seed to joke, "You’re so domineering; you should find a gentle girl who won’t cause trouble."
Mu Jin Huan countered, "With you, why would I look for anyone else?"
Such words were nice to hear occasionally.
Nan Wan smiled, "I’m not very easy-going. Whether or not I endure depends on my mood. If one day I say sothing harsh in front of your ’responsibility’ and worsen her condition, I’d feel bad. After all, I’m a doctor; I can’t ruin my professional ethics either."
Mu Jin Huan couldn’t see her expression; her light words made him a bit agitated.
He turned the person in his arms to face him.
His eyes t a softly smiling face, his voice even lower and deeper, "I am more worried about Mrs. Mu being wronged."
Nan Wan stretched lazily under the blanket, then turned back around, "I am the type to return every penny. If soone slaps , I will give it back twice, so Mr. Mu need not worry about at all."
Mu Jin Huan looked at the back of her head, his dark eyes filled with depth, like a distant mountain shrouded in mist.
She seed to have returned to the starting point; those thorns that had gradually disappeared seed to have all grown back overnight.
If he held her again, she wouldn’t refuse, but would subconsciously move herself farther away in a subtle manner.
No longer continuing the topic, "It’s still early, get so sleep."
Nan Wan responded softly, "Mm."
She once watched a movie, and a line from the female protagonist stayed with her: You never know how much you love a man until you see him with another woman.
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