novelraw Chapter 506 - 237.2
Chapter 506 - 237.2
Lifted the thin quilt, laying down and pulling her into his embrace, his lips curved gently, a sigh mingling with helplessness, "Watching you with my own eyes, only then can I find some peace."Clearly, she was right in front of him, yet there was always a sense of panic that she might slip away.
Only by holding her could that elusive unease slightly lessen.
Nan Wan didn’t favor glaring lights, usually only turning on a small wall lamp, enough for illumination, but tonight, all the lights in the bedroom were on, including the crystal ceiling light.
The bright lights created a world starkly different from the boundless night outside the window.
Every word the man spoke was coated with sweetness, yet why... the sweeter it was, the more it hurt?
Her heart seemed stung by thousands of bees, the pain gradually spreading, engulfing her whole heart, yet she merely smiled indifferently, "I promised to wait for you, I won’t go anywhere before you come out."
She no longer thought of tomorrow, snuggling deeper into the man’s embrace, only the heavy, powerful heartbeat could pull her out of that blood-soaked mire.
The rosy tint on the woman’s cheeks had faded, the pallor beyond her control, and Mu Jin Huan chuckled softly, "But you always used to lie to me."
Nan Wan blinked, flatly denying, "You’re wrongfully accusing me."
If time could turn back, I would’ve told you sooner, from the first glance, I liked you.
Like fish meeting water, like mountains encountering wind.
No reason at all.
Mu Jin Huan didn’t argue with her, got up to fetch a hairdryer, setting it to the lowest strength, parting her long hair to blow-dry, the whirring sound filling the bedroom, preventing too much silence.
Occasionally, the warm wind blew into the collar of her nightgown, a bit ticklish, especially when her hair brushed against her neck.
Nan Wan raised a hand, not yet touching her skin before Mu Jin Huan stopped her, "Don’t move yet, let me apply some ointment for you."
He didn’t mention a word about the redness and swelling on Nan Wan’s hand back from excessive scrubbing with a bath sponge.
After having a bath, Mu Jin Huan didn’t bother with his short hair still dripping, and while blow-drying Nan Wan’s hair, the shoulder of his nightshirt got wet from the water, yet he didn’t care at all.
Holding Nan Wan’s hand, he wordlessly squeezed out some pale yellow ointment, applying it with a light and gentle touch.
The cool sensation transmitted to her skin, Nan Wan stared dazedly at the man’s slightly lowered eyes, softly asking, "I want to see Jiu Jiu and An Ge, are they already asleep?"
After tending to one area, Mu Jin Huan took Nan Wan’s other hand, repeating the previous action, "Hmm, they’re asleep, see them tomorrow."
Though Nan Wan longed to hug her son, hearing him say this, she didn’t insist, "Alright then."
Tomorrow, tomorrow will be fine too.
The air was imbued with a faint mint scent, mingled with a subtle herbal aroma, not wholly harmonious, yet Mu Jin Huan wished this scent were stronger, maybe then, she wouldn’t constantly feel, there’s a smell of blood on her.
His slender fingers tenderly worked, inch by inch drawing out the little face of the woman nestled in the covers.
His deep voice carried a gentle fondness, "Didn’t you say earlier that you were hungry? Aunt Zhou has made some porridge, have a little before you sleep, okay?"
The gentle kisses landed on Nan Wan’s lips, only light touches, "What about you?"
Mu Jin Huan let out a low laugh, deliberately misconstruing her meaning, "I’ll feed you."
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The sheer curtain shielded the night sky outside the floor-to-ceiling window, along with the chaotic gusts, completely isolating them; the bedroom was very bright, devoid of any disordered sounds.
Nan Wan only had half a bowl of porridge, curling up in Mu Jin Huan’s arms, she soon fell asleep, her breathing steady.
Mu Jin Huan leaned against the headboard, his ocean-deep eyes steeped with countless threads of emotion, his gaze never straying from the person sleeping in his arms.
The calloused pads of his fingers gently caressed her shoulder exposed to the air, his gaze travelling from Nan Wan’s forehead to her jaw, then back from her lips to her eyes, as if committing every detail of her to memory.
The arm under Nan Wan’s head had long since gone numb and stiff, yet he didn’t so much as furrow his brow.
Who knows how long had passed, Mu Jin Huan looked up at the clock on the wall, it was 2:40 a.m. in Qing City.
Meanwhile in New Zealand, it should be 7:40 a.m.
Retracting his gaze, Mu Jin Huan leaned down to kiss the woman’s forehead, gently placing her head on the pillow, carefully getting out of bed, grabbed his phone, and walked out of the bedroom.