The lights in the living room were originally off, very quiet, without a sound.
At this ti, Aunt Zhou usually hadn’t slept yet, but today there seed to be sothing unusual...
There were his shoes at the hallway, he should have already returned.
Nan Wan took off her coat and hung it on the rack, went to the kitchen to get cutlery, and carried grandma’s ’warm greetings’ upstairs.
Before she reached the bedroom door, she faintly heard a sound, like... a woman’s crying?
Her steps paused, and her body felt a bit cold.
A few seconds later, she took a step forward to the door, freed one hand and opened the door.
Zhao Ying raised her head at the sound of the door opening, in her sight were the slender legs belonging to a woman, the thermos flask held in her arms, the elegant neck, and then, a face as calm as still water.
It was over... she was completely done for.
Not only she failed to climb into Mr. Mu’s bed, but also got caught by this woman on the spot.
Madam Mu had instructed that after the event, it could only be quietly hinted to Miss Nan, Mr. Mu must not find out that Miss Nan knew they had been together.
At this mont, her heart was like dead ashes, her body stiff, unable to move an inch.
Her pale lips moved, her voice choked, "Madam, it’s not what you think, I..."
"Get out!"
A cold syllable resounded beside the ear, Zhao Ying awoke as if from a dream, dared not continue a single word that was blocked in her throat.
She hurriedly picked up the nightgown from the floor, barely covered her body, almost half-walking, half-crawling, she left the bedroom.
Nan Wan was unexpectedly bumped, her body lost balance, she thought she would fall on the ground which would be even more embarrassing than the scene just now, yet she was held by a man stepping over in large strides, her whole body was pulled into his arms.
The thermos flask and cutlery fell to the floor, making a harsh sound, the soup and shards made the clean floor beco a ss, a chaotic sight.
Before she could speak, she was lifted horizontally.
Mu Jin Huan carried the woman in his arms out of the main bedroom, directly into the side bedroom, after closing the door with his foot, he pressed her against the door panel, his voice low and hoarse, "Didn’t you say after accompanying grandma you would go directly to the hospital, why did you co back again?"
No lights were on, only the faint moonlight fell into the room, the environnt was not completely dark.
Through the sweater, Nan Wan didn’t feel the unusual temperature of the man’s body, just the overwhelming aura was too hot, she felt sowhat lost.
Indeed, the man wasn’t controlled by his brain, he still had feelings, doesn’t he?
She didn’t wear perfu today, but she slled a familiar perfu scent from him, that little girl really put in so effort...
Nan Wan looked at the man’s tense handso face, smiled slightly, "I didn’t originally plan to co back, but grandma said the chicken soup last ti was below standard, this ti she improved the recipe and insisted I bring it back for Mr. Mu to taste."
Mu Jin Huan’s body temperature started to rise, perhaps the dicine was too strong, or... it was because he saw her.
His voice was so low as if it would seep out water, "Where’s the soup?"
Nan Wan couldn’t see the man’s expression, she could only hear so clues from his unusual tone.
There wasn’t a trace of warmth between her light eyebrows, yet in stark contrast, the voice was soft and light, "On the floor of the main bedroom, probably not a drop is left, I delivered it intact, if grandma asks, don’t you wrong ."
Mu Jin Huan slowly and gently rubbed the tender skin on the woman’s cheek with his calloused fingertips, asked again, "Why did you co back?"
Nan Wan pondered, her face blooming into a radiant smile, "Perhaps... I missed you a bit, so I ca back along with the flow."
As soon as she finished speaking, the man’s breath pressed down, as if he was going to devour her whole.
Nan Wan wore flat-heeled slippers, her chin was lifted high by the man, this position made her uncomfortable.
Of course, what was more uncomfortable was her heart.
Was this the desire aroused by Zhao Ying that needed to be vented on her?
Within just a few seconds, her lips were already numb, her complexion getting colder and colder, before he could make the next move she bit down hard.
Mu Jin Huan felt the pain, imdiately retreated from her lips.
In her ears, was the sound of each other’s rapid breaths.
Nan Wan’s voice didn’t have a trace of warmth, "Mu Jin Huan, what do you take for?"
A few seconds later, Mu Jin Huan stepped back half a step, turned on the room’s lights.
Looking at that extrely cold little face, his voice was hoarse beyond asure, "I’ll go take a shower first, then co out to explain to you."
Nan Wan took deep breaths, there wasn’t a trace of warmth between her brows and eyes, until there was a rustling sound from the bathroom, that uncomfortable feeling of suffocation slowly faded away.
She turned, grasped the doorknob, and opened the door.
However, after taking a step, she suddenly felt sothing was wrong.
It was very wrong...
After a short ti together, although each ti he was dominant in bed, there wasn’t once like this.
If Zhao Ying had such skills, what she should’ve seen upon opening the door would be an amorous scene instead of one person crawling on the carpet crying in embarrassnt, another standing at the bedside with an indifferent face and cold eyes.
Moreover, after turning on the light, she saw clearly the bulging veins on the man’s forehead and the frightening red in his dark eyes.
At that mont, her mind was filled with the anger of being used as a tool of relief, without thinking too much, but as she cald down, her rationality returned. He was indeed acting very unusually.
Could it be... that he was drugged?
When this thought appeared in her mind, it was as if her feet were glued to the ground, unable to take a second step.
Nan Wan’s hand was still on the door, one foot outside, and the other inside the room, maintaining this position for a full five minutes.
She closed her eyes briefly, retracted the foot she had stepped out, closed the door again, walked to the bathroom door, and asked softly, "Are you... are you okay?"
Except for the sound of water, there was no other sound.
Not hearing a response, Nan Wan began to worry. She had never experienced this and didn’t know how strong the drug Zhao Ying gave him might be.
Just thinking about when Shen Zhii was sabotaged by a villain, barely recognizable, Third Brother almost beat that person to death.
After that night, she didn’t see Shen Zhii for three days.
She tapped twice on the frosted glass, raising her voice a little, "Mu Jin Huan, are you okay?"
As soon as the words fell, the bathroom door was opened from the inside, and the next second, a large wet hand grabbed her wrist with force and pulled her entirely inside.
There was no misty steam, the splashing water droplets were cold.
Mu Jin Huan grabbed the woman’s waist, his thin lips close to her ear, his voice a sexy hoarseness, "I let you go, and yet you’ve co back on your own accord."
The drug’s effect was surging, even after taking a cold shower, his body was still burning hot, as if a fire was rampaging inside him, unable to find an outlet.
Nan Wan stiffened her body, not daring to move recklessly, her hands resting against the man’s chest, stamring, "I... I still need to go to the hospital, you... um..."
She didn’t leave directly, but instead ca to ask if he was okay...
This kind of concern was enough to make him feel comforted, but people are greedy, and at this mont, he wanted more.
Nan Wan was kissed until she had no strength left to resist, her body slowly sliding down against the wall. This side of Mu Jin Huan she had never seen before. From the mont she was pulled into the bathroom, she was already scared by the red bloodstreaks in his eyes.
Everything that happened afterward left her completely dazed.
Entanglent, desire, eroticism, lingering.
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Nan Wan couldn’t rember when she fell asleep, by the latter half of the night she was almost in a state of faintness. It’s a bit...embarrassing to say.
When she woke up, before opening her eyes, her hand instinctively reached for the bedding beside her.
It was cold, he wasn’t there...
Her chest felt slightly heavy.
It was strange; before, she would wake up at the slightest movent beside her. Shen Zhii often wore cotton socks and walked on the floor, making absolutely no extra noise.
How could it be now that she didn’t even know when soone beside her left...
Nan Wan felt a bit annoyed, wanting to stretch and move her legs, but her body didn’t seem like her own anymore; it felt like it had been completely taken apart and reassembled.
Only six words to describe: Move a bit, pain all over.
Forget it then...
With difficulty, she propped herself up, leaning against the bedhead, habitually looking at the ti on the wall, but there was nothing there.
After staring for a while, she rembered, this was the side bedroom.
Frustrated, she rubbed her ssy long hair and lay back in the covers.
Still angry, yet she offered herself over, and he thoroughly indulged...
Didn’t even say a word and just left, really... infuriating!
About ten minutes later, there was a knock on the door.
There was no one else at ho, and Zhao Ying couldn’t possibly co to her willingly, so it had to be Aunt Zhou knocking.
Nan Wan didn’t move, lazily responding, "Co in."
Aunt Zhou pushed the door open, walked to the bedside with the phone, and said softly, "Madam, it’s a call from Mr. Mu."
Nan Wan closed her eyes again, turned over, facing away from Aunt Zhou, and said faintly, "Hang up."
Aunt Zhou glanced at the phone screen. Even though Madam’s voice was not loud, she was standing right beside the bed and was bending over to hand the phone to Madam.
So... Mr. Mu should have already heard.
She said with so difficulty, "But... it’s already connected."
Nan Wan, "..."
A little bit awkward.
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