novelraw Chapter 505 - 237.
Chapter 505 - 237.
After Mu Jin Huan closed the bathroom door, he took a clean towel and walked towards Nan Wan.Her innocent and bewildered gaze was like wings fluttering gently at his heart, yet his mind held not a trace of romantic thought, his dark eyes were an unfathomable abyss.
The towel in front of her was pulled away by the man’s large hand, and Nan Wan felt a bit shy. Even though they had already been as intimate as could be, being exposed without a stitch in front of him made her a little uncomfortable.
However, the man’s gaze held no desire, so she didn’t feel that nervous shyness anymore.
She let him wipe the water off her body, whispering, "I put a waterproof band-aid on my knee, it won’t get wet."
Mu Jin Huan’s movements were gentler than ever, similar to when he bathed Pea; he was worried his rough palms might hurt Pea, so he was especially careful, just like now.
He wrapped a clean towel around her bare body, opened the door, and lifted her in his arms, walking out of the bathroom, "Hmm, I saw it."
Earlier, the shower head was still dripping, and the water fell onto the shoulder of his shirt, the white fabric showing it clearly.
Sinking into the soft bedding, Nan Wan asked him worriedly, "Do I still smell? It seems like I do, but also like I don’t. Can you smell it?"
She had washed several times, but the unbearable smell of blood couldn’t be washed away.
"No," Mu Jin Huan, sitting on the bed, used a towel to dry her long hair. The damp strands slipped through his fingers, and what he smelled was only a faint lily fragrance.
Noku Wan nestled in his embrace, unable to see the almost dripping darkness of his eyes, could only hear his voice beside her ear, extremely hoarse, "Very clean, very fragrant."
"Then it must be my imagination," pulling down the man’s hand, she looked up at him, "Go take your shower, I really won’t run around this time."
She had just come out from the bathroom, her cheeks still a lingering blush, her eyes slightly red like covered with a layer of mist, yet now she smiled radiantly at him.
"The roots of my hair are all dusty," Nan Wan curved her lips in a smile, her voice now clear and soft without a hint of sobbing, lifting her hand to touch the skin next to the man’s shirt collar, "There’s still paint here, where’s your cleanliness fixation?"
What hurt the most wasn’t her, it was... Mr. Mu.
So, she no longer shed tears, for fear of flooding her lover’s heart.
Mu Jin Huan thought for a moment, indeed, his current state wasn’t good. No part of his body was clean under the clothes, covered in dust from the construction site, even his ear holes.
Only his hands were clean, because he needed to hold her.
His voice was low and hoarse, "Alright, I’ll go shower first. Don’t move, wait for me to come out to attend to your hair."
"Okay," Nan Wan nodded in agreement, but just as the man stood up, she suddenly thought of something and called out to him, "Mu Huan, wait a moment."
Mu Jin Huan hadn’t yet taken a step, hearing her call, he sat back on the bedside and raised his hand to check his forehead’s temperature, "Is it cold? Then I’ll adjust the temperature a bit higher."
At this, Nan Wan chuckled softly, pulling down the man’s arm, she said helplessly, "It’s summer, Mr. Mu."
Mu Jin Huan looked at her without saying anything.
With a smile, Nan Wan got out from under the covers, found some waterproof tape in the drawer, and then returned beside the man.
Half kneeled, half sat, she carefully removed the gauze and applied the waterproof tape to his wound, "There, that way it won’t get wet. You can go shower now."
Seeing that natural smile, Mu Jin Huan felt as if a taste of blood rose in his throat.
Suppressing the impulse to pull her into his arms, his sharply defined features softened as usual, though his eyes were darker than usual, "Wait for me."
Nan Wan nodded with a smile.
Until the sound of water dripped continuously by her ear, did Nan Wan regain her senses, picking up the pajamas beside her to put on.
Her long hair still wet, she leaned against the headboard without lying down, staring blankly at her swollen hands and feeling somewhat regretful.
It shouldn’t be like this, Mr. Mu must be in pain.
The bathroom door opened, a cool minty fragrance rushed into her nose, drawing back Nan Wan’s wandering mind.
In a daze, she asked, "How are you so fast?"
From the time he entered to the time he came out, was it even ten minutes? She merely changed into pajamas, not even having time to drink water.
Mu Jin Huan’s short hair was still wet, wearing only a loosely-draped thin robe. The tie around his waist was lazily fastened, his chest exposed to the air still moist as he had obviously not dried off after his shower, just casually throwing on some clothes and coming out.