If after a hundred years she has to go to hell, just thinking that he will be there too, it seems not so scary.
As the rocking chair gently swayed, Nan Wan said softly, "How can that be, if you dream of her, wouldn’t I be at a loss?"
The temperature in the greenhouse was lower than in the bedroom. Mu Jin Huan worried she might catch a cold, so he wrapped her in a blanket and slowly asked, "She’s been at our house for more than a month, you’ve known for so long, how co you never dream of once?"
He asked intentionally, just to divert her attention.
Nan Wan knew all too well.
Her lips curved faintly, following the man’s words, "I have dread of you."
Mu Jin was rely asking casually, so her answer surprised him a little.
Lowering his gaze, he focused on her small face and asked, "When?"
Barton ca over, rubbing his fur against Nan Wan’s feet, tickling her.
Unable to hold back, she chuckled lightly, the tone bright, "Maybe, tomorrow night... perhaps."
Hearing this, Mu Jin Huan stretched his long legs to put Barton away from Nan Wan’s feet.
Ignoring the big golden retriever’s aggrieved gaze, he raised his hand and pinched the woman’s cheek, chuckling helplessly, "Then when you’re ho tomorrow, you’ll have to keep thinking of ."
Nan Wan was lying, and being not exposed on the spot, she felt satisfied.
Looking at Barton’s dark eyes, she answered softly, "Alright."
After a few minutes, Nan Wan looked up at the man beside her.
Stubble had grown on his chin, and his dark eyes were slightly drooped, as if he hadn’t slept well.
The sll of alcohol and tobacco on him wasn’t there before bed; after a bath, he should have slled of soap.
And the faint bloodshot in those dark eyes.
She didn’t even know when he left the bedroom.
Her fingers gently traced over the man’s chiseled features, her voice soft, "Go back to sleep, you have to work tomorrow."
Mu Jin Huan opened his eyes, raised his hand to check the ti, only to realize his wrist was bare, but he had checked the ti when he woke up and now it was probably almost six.
His voice deep, "I’ve slept enough, I’ll sit for a while longer."
If the weather is fine tomorrow, perhaps we could see the sun rise from the earth.
No, it’s today.
Nan Wan blinked, "But I haven’t slept enough."
Mu Jin Huan looked at her clear bright eyes, from which no hint of drowsiness could be seen, nor the previous fear and disarray.
After a few seconds, he stood up and carried her back to the bedroom.
After turning off the light, Nan Wan lay quietly in the man’s arms, unable to sleep but closed her eyes, listening to his breathing gradually steady, then slowly opened her eyes.
By the faint moonlight, her gaze fell on the man’s deep, stern features.
The solitude buried deep in his heart, she had never experienced it, so she couldn’t empathize, like a blade that wasn’t slicing through her flesh, she couldn’t truly feel that pain.
But just by the sll of alcohol and tobacco on him, it seed that her heart started to ache faintly, a pain that wasn’t life-threatening, but could quietly spread to every cell of her body, lingering for a long ti.
Even if her half body turned numb, she didn’t move an inch.
Until Mu Jin Huan was awakened by his biological clock.
His dark eyes held the haze of early morning, with the bloodshot much lighter now, only a few threads at the corners of his eyes.
His short hair was slightly disheveled; he looked at Nan Wan for a good while before slowly speaking, "Have you been awake long, or haven’t you slept?"
Nan Wan smiled and answered softly, "Just woke up."
Mu Jin Huan’s dark eyes gradually returned to their usual calmness, his stern features gentle, the rough pads of his fingers brushing her delicate skin with a tender force.
His voice carrying the unique magnetism of early waking, "Since you’re awake, let’s get up. I’m not in a rush to the office today; I can have breakfast with you."
Nan Wan moved her already numb arm a little, no signs of discomfort between her fine eyebrows, instead, bearing a faint smile, "Alright."
Though saying this, neither of them had the intention of leaving the bed, as if both were lingering in the warmth of the quilt, or perhaps... lingering for the morning they could see each other upon opening their eyes.
In the end, it was Mu Jin Huan who got up first.
The splashing sound of water ca from the bathroom, and Nan Wan took a deep breath, sitting on the bed, rubbing her numb arm and calf.
When that post-numbness, as if after anesthesia, faded a bit, she got off the bed, went to the dressing room to fetch a clean suit, shirt, and tie.
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