novelraw Chapter 337 - 180. Brother Three, have you really woken up?
Chapter 337 - 180. Brother Three, have you really woken up?
Mu Jin Huan curved his lips into a smile, "Actually, I already ate. I lied to you because I wanted to keep you.""You!" Nan Wan’s delicate brows knitted together, and when she looked up, she saw the man’s dark eyes holding a faint hint of amusement.
She wanted to pull her hand away but didn’t dare to use force because she didn’t know where exactly he was injured.
"Why is your hand so cold," Mu Jin Huan’s calloused fingertips brushed slowly and gently across the back of her hand, "You smell of alcohol and smoke. Where did you pick it up so late?"
Though his voice was gentle, the sense of pressure it carried did not diminish.
Nan Wan awkwardly avoided the man’s gaze, "A patient’s family member, a heavy smoker for decades, caused a ruckus after drinking. I must have picked it up in the afternoon; I haven’t had a chance to change clothes."
Mu Jin Huan looked at her, his eyes seemingly seeing through everything. Even though he knew she was lying, he did not continue the topic.
"Wanwan, just stay with me for one night. Tomorrow you can go back to sleep, hmm?"
"Let me check your injury first," Nan Wan didn’t refuse and didn’t agree either. She placed her bag on the cabinet beside her and leaned over to unbutton his patient gown.
Mu Jin Huan timely grasped her hand, bringing it to his lips for a kiss, "Look at it tomorrow, I’m sleepy."
Nan Wan frowned and glared at him, "No."
Actually, she could just ask the doctor and find out, but no description was as real as seeing it with her own eyes.
Seeing her unwavering determination, Mu Jin Huan smiled helplessly, "It’s wrapped in gauze, you can’t see anything. I’ve had more serious injuries in the army; this small thing will heal in two days."
In the end, it was Nan Wan who compromised.
The deluxe hospital room had everything. After hurriedly washing in the bathroom, she brought a basin of hot water to the bedside to clean him.
This was the first time Nan Wan had done something like this, and fearful of touching his wound, she was extra careful with her movements.
Mu Jin Huan remained as he was when Nan Wan entered, leaning his upper body on the headboard, enjoying her rare obedience.
Under the light, his sharply defined features appeared unusually gentle as he called her name, "Wanwan."
"Mm?" After hanging the towel, Nan Wan stepped out of the bathroom to the bedside, "What is it? Does your wound hurt?"
Mu Jin Huan shook his head, simply holding her hand, "Sleep on the bed."
"I’ll crush you," Nan Wan refused without thinking, agreeing to stay with him here already went against her previous resoluteness.
Seeing him made her walls crumble silently; she couldn’t control her heart.
Mu Jin Huan smiled warmly, his voice still deep, "You won’t, you sleep very peacefully."
"Still, no."
"If you sleep on the sofa, I’ll feel distressed," Mu Jin Huan lifted the quilt and got out of bed to lift her.
Nan Wan was startled, instinctively wrapping her arms around the man’s neck, raising her voice, "Are you out of your mind!"
Though she was thin, she was still over 160 cm tall. In truth, her chest hurt, but Mu Jin Huan just smiled.
His voice was slow and unhurried, "Mm, keep moving, if my wound opens, you’ll have to take care of me for a week."
She didn’t sleep well and had difficulty falling asleep in a new environment. Holding her back in private was because he missed her.
Hearing his words, Nan Wan’s hand, which was pressed against his shoulder, retracted as if scalded but worrying that he couldn’t bear her weight, returned to wrap around his neck.
Desperate and fearful, "Put me down."
Mu Jin Huan stood still and, of course, did not put her down, his dark eyes fixed on the woman’s flushed cheeks from anxiety, eyes shimmering like a sky full of stars, making one want to tease her.
The pain from his wound made sweat bead at his brow, but he paid it no mind, asking slowly, "Where will you sleep?"
The man’s meaning was clear. As long as her answer wasn’t what he wanted to hear, he’d continue holding her like this.
Nan Wan had no choice, lowering her voice, whispering, "... The bed."
What else could she say in this situation?
Mu Jin Huan, satisfied, curled his lips into a smile, walked to the bed, gently placed her on it, and removed her coat, before lying down himself and turning off the lights.
He drew her into his embrace, "Be good, sleep."
The man’s voice was hoarse, as if scraped by a blade, like he was suppressing something.
Nan Wan lay nestled in his arms, breathing in not only his unique fresh scent but also a faint scent of blood, "Did your wound open up?"
She wanted to sit up to check his injury but was restrained by a hand on her waist, preventing her from moving.