novelraw Chapter 229 - 146. Wanwan, we_4
Chapter 229 - 146. Wanwan, we_4
When she returned to the bedroom, Mu Jin Huan had just come out of the bathroom. The scent of alcohol and tobacco was washed away by warm water, replaced by a faint mint fragrance of the shower gel.He only had a towel wrapped around his waist, short hair still dripping, with water droplets sliding down his tanned skin...
Nan Wan averted her gaze awkwardly, placed the clothes hanging on her arm at the end of the bed, pursed her lips, and said softly, "You change clothes, I’ll go freshen up."
Mu Jin Huan curled his lips, and with a long arm, the woman who was about to pass by his side was pulled into his embrace.
His arm encircled her slender waist, foreheads touching, dark eyes carrying a faint smile, his voice intentionally low, "Mrs. Mu, are you hungry so early in the morning?"
Nan Wan leaned her body back, her eyes darting around, looking at the ceiling, the chandelier, the floor-to-ceiling windows, just not at him.
She followed his literal meaning and replied, "Yes, a little hungry, so I want to quickly freshen up and have breakfast."
Mu Jin Huan’s gaze deliberately glanced down the neckline of her pajamas, with an impishness not offensive yet not appropriately pure.
His distinctly jointed fingers pinched her chin, forbidding her to move.
His thin lips curved sensually, his voice low and languid, "A few years from thirty, Mrs. Mu is already hard to satisfy, will it be even harder to please in the future?"
Upon hearing this, Nan Wan’s face instantly flushed, the man’s hot breath brushing across her nose, adding to the warmth under her skin as if ready to bleed at any moment.
Her hands loosely clenched into fists, pressing against his still damp chest, her speech unusually stammering, "Mu Jin Huan, you...let go...my clothes are wet..."
As she spoke, her body leaned backward.
Her flexibility was good, and Mu Jin Huan feared she might end up lying on the floor, so he simply shifted direction, pressing her into the big bed.
With a hoarse voice, he said, "Since it’s already wet, just take it all off."
The so-called ’practice makes perfect, Mu Jin Huan already knew how to let this wild cat with a thousand masks show her true colors.
She always lied, and if he wanted to hear the truth from her, he could only use this trick.
Nan Wan clutched the man’s hand, nearly gritting her teeth as she shouted, "Mu Jin Huan!"
She initially thought he would occasionally say a few things when in a good mood, without being too indecent, but this morning’s words grew progressively indecent, with no limits.
Appearing as a perfectly dressed, aloof, mature golden male god, even if it was an act, the gap couldn’t be so wide, right?
Mu Jin Huan originally had no such seductive thoughts, but the more he touched, the more he felt, especially since men generally have a good appetite in the morning.
The woman beneath him had flushed cheeks, even her ears and collarbone were tinged with a shy red. Her seaweed-like long hair spread beautifully, her misty eyes glaring at him.
Four words: Sensuous and charming.
His Adam’s apple rolled, pinching her cheek, he asked, "Since coming back from the flower room, did you really fall asleep or were you pretending?"
Nan Wan’s hands and feet were pinned and immobile, her mouth pouted by the man’s grip, both angry and powerless.
If she did not speak, he would certainly become more aggressive. After several seconds, she sullenly said two words, "...pretending."
Hearing this, the deep black eyes of Mu Jin Huan flickered with a ripple, rolling off her, no longer pressing down.
She slept quietly, usually in the same position, occasionally moving unconsciously.
But... if she had insomnia, she’d toss and turn.
He’s the type with very light sleep, instantly awakened by any movement nearby.
Unless he’s utterly intoxicated, otherwise, he’s always alert.
So when she woke up from the nightmare, he sensed it quickly.
He reached out to pull the woman lying on the bed up, the gentleness in his brow not deeply concealed, "You claim to be a genius with a 140 IQ, yet you’re so foolish. Is it fake?"
She was awake, yet remained motionless, maintaining one posture for a long time, didn’t she want her hands and feet anymore?
Nan Wan’s body, still sore and numb, not fully recovered, was further discomforted by the man’s heavy presence for a while.
Her delicate brows furrowed slightly, answering blandly, "Yeah, I was just fooling you."
After speaking, she got up, preparing to head to the bathroom.
It seemed Mu Jin Huan wasn’t too bothered by her little tantrum, pulling her into his arms with an arm around her.
He started massaging her arms and calves, the pressure gentle and soothing.
After a moment of silence, he looked up at her and slowly said, "Wanwan, you didn’t marry me to wrong yourself."
Nan Wan seemed to understand the emotions in the man’s eyes.
Once again, that irresistible heartache, though no longer as panic-stricken and lost as the first time, still a bit fearful.
It’s not that she’s afraid of this uncontrollable palpitation, but afraid... she misunderstood him.
In the quagmire of emotions, the one who steps in first sinks deeper first, the longer it takes, the deeper you sink, gathering solitude and fear along with it.
Unnaturally turning her eyes away, she pursed her lips, softly saying, "I didn’t."
Mu Jin Huan paused in his actions, his gaze deep as a silent serene pond, as if shrouded in the mist of early morning, heavy with fog.
His voice low and deep, "Actually... I’m very happy."
But more overwhelming was that strange emotion: heartache.
He and she were alike, the same solitude and alienation ingrained in their bones, with only those they cherished most within that invisible circle of distance.
In comparison, she was more vulnerable but stepped out ahead of him.
Nan Wan’s hand was held in the man’s palm, clearly feeling the warmth passing through the skin.
The rough thumb gently stroked her palm, the strength seeming gentle and lingering.