novelraw Chapter 249 - 152. Nan Huaiyu made the stomach of my patient’s family member bigger.
Chapter 249 - 152. Nan Huaiyu made the stomach of my patient’s family member bigger.
A low, deep voice murmured by the ear.The man’s lips were pressed against her cheek, his warm breath falling all over Nan Wan’s neck.
In the darkness, everything seemed more sensitive than in daylight. She couldn’t help but shrink back, but in the next instant, the man’s strong arm pulled her back again.
Still, she stubbornly played dead.
Mu Jin Huan wasn’t in a hurry either. His rough fingertips caressed the woman’s tender skin, his voice deliberately lowered, "Wanwan, I want to know, tell me, hmm?"
It was a gentle enchantment.
Tender, ambiguous.
Nan Wan had heard Shen Zhimei say before that once those aloof and ascetic men in high positions showed their tenderness, it could awaken the long-dormant girlish heart of even grandmothers in their seventies.
Mu Jin Huan wasn’t too aggressive with his charms, but Nan Wan was only twenty-six, a long way from seventy, so it was more than enough.
Her heart was racing a little fast, their bodies were close. Nan Wan didn’t want him to notice her odd reaction, so she pushed away the man’s arm draped over her waist and turned over forcefully.
She pressed her lips together, closed her eyes, dismissed her stray thoughts, and answered softly, "Besides words of gratitude, what else can I say."
Even though the bed wasn’t that big, with Mu Jin Huan’s tall and lean build and her being slender, she couldn’t get too far away, only a mere ten centimeters at most.
"A ’thank you’ conversation lasts twenty minutes?" Mu Jin Huan pulled her back again, tirelessly, his chest pressing against her back, his voice growing even deeper, "It’s you who was muddled from the fever, not me."
Gentle yet assertive.
Nan Wan chuckled, asking casually, "Didn’t you go on a call? How could you still precisely track the time?"
Mu Jin Huan’s calm eyes didn’t ripple in the slightest at her words. His slender fingers brushed aside the hair by her neck, his voice unhurried, "What did you talk about?"
Being men, he could see if Sheng Jingzhen still had thoughts about her.
She had been straightforward from start to finish, unlike Sheng Jingzhen.
"Truly nothing..."
After Nan Wan said these four words, the earlobe tingled with a sensation like boiling pain, spreading through her nerves straight to her brain. Taken off guard, she inhaled sharply.
Was he biting her?
Her body tensed slightly, her lips pressed together, "We just talked about the past a bit. Sheng was still unconscious. He stayed for a while and left. Weren’t you just outside the door... I’m a bit tired, going to sleep."
Indeed, apart from that one sentence before leaving, Sheng Jingzhen hadn’t said anything else.
"He doesn’t know you just came back from the Ghost Gate, and you neither?" Mu Jin Huan flipped her to face him, expressionless, "You have the strength to talk about the past with him but not enough to talk to me?"
Now, they were lying face to face, very close, breathing intertwined.
A faint scent of tobacco and mint lingered under her nose, and Nan Wan’s heart suddenly calmed down, speaking softly, "What do you want to say then?"
Though she knew that at this time, her words might be infuriating.
Sure enough, after a minute of silence, the man in front pulled up the bedding over her shoulder and said two light words, "Go to sleep."
He then turned over, showing her his back, leaving a gap in between.
Unlike her slender form, the man was tall and long, and as he moved the bed creaked conspicuously in the quiet darkness.
Reversing the initial situation, Nan Wan leaned over, her arm encircling the man’s lean waist, cheek against his back; even through his shirt, she could feel the calming warmth.
The corners of her lips slightly lifted, her voice soft and slow, "They all came before you, but none of them arrived as timely as you did. Haven’t I married you already? What do you still mind?"
Her voice carried a light, faint nasal tone, very low, very slow, every word reached Mu Jin Huan’s ears.
She was right, there was no need to mind, Mu Jin Huan didn’t need to care for those irrelevant people.
The inexplicable emotion in his heart seemed to dissipate silently.
He turned over, wrapping her in his arms, his rough hand resting on her shoulder, "Sleep."
Nan Wan adjusted to a comfortable position, closed her eyes, "Mm."
If he hadn’t asked, she was perhaps the one who couldn’t sleep, but now that he asked...
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Mu Jin Huan certainly wouldn’t agree to her leaving the hospital the next day, no matter how much she coaxed and wheedled, he didn’t relent.
He couldn’t stay in the hospital all day like before, too many company matters piled up, keeping him busy from morning till night, not even having time for lunch several times. However, he would cancel all social gatherings and try to return to the hospital by six in the evening to have dinner with Nan Wan.