Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Her lips were softer than petals, with a fragrant smell.
It was the first time she had kissed him voluntarily since she forgot about him.
But she did not feel it was unfamiliar at all.
The natural feeling seemed to have melted into her bones.
Grabbing onto his neck, she pushed herself into his arms. But as she pressed her lips against his cold ones, she did not enter his mouth.
He did not kiss her back.
They were pressed so close to each other as if they were going to do it until the end of time.
Yi Fan stood not far away, looking at them with his eyes red, and he raised his hand to wipe the tears away.
Now only Miss Nan could give Young Master warmth!
Like what Amy had said, if Young Master wanted to cure his illness, he needed people whom he trusted and was close by his side.
After leaving the cemetery, Yi Fan saw that Mu Sihan and Nan Zhi were wet and he booked a room at a hotel for them.
Nan Zhi’s body was almost completely soaked to the bone, her clothes clung to her skin uncomfortably.
Entering the room, Nan Zhi turned to look at the man behind her. Under the orange light, his complexion seemed even paler and more thin.
She took out the male bathrobe in the closet and handed it to him, saying in a soft voice, “Go and take a bath first!”
He did not reach out his hand, but wiped the water droplets on his face. “You go first.”
Nan Zhi was about to shake her head when she suddenly sneezed.
When she was living with Lan Ye on the island, she was pampered and could not stand being exposed to wind and rain. She was only caught in the rain for a short while and already was feeling uncomfortable.
But when she thought of how Mu Sihan had spent more time in the rain, she refused to go first.
Mu Sihan did not say anything to her, but carried her directly into the bathroom.
Fearing that he would get sick after wearing wet clothes for a long time, she took a quick shower and hurried out in her bathrobe.
“I’m done, you can go in!”
He stood in front of the French windows, the wet clothes on him were not taken off, as he continued to stare out of the window like a stone sculpture.
Hearing her voice, he turned around.
She breathed a sigh of relief after seeing him enter the bathroom.
Fortunately, he was not irritated by her words.
She lowered her head and tied her bathrobe. Her clothes were wet and she was wearing nothing inside, which made her feel a little uncomfortable.
But she did not care too much about it.
She could not go back to change and come back again.
Nearly twenty minutes later, he was still not out.
Nan Zhi looked towards the bathroom.
The sound of water was still running inside.
She frowned. Why was he taking so long?
His mental state was not good and worrying that something would happen to him, she went to the bathroom door.
She knocked on the door.
No one answered from inside.
She bit her lip and pushed the door open.
The man she thought was taking a bath, was standing under the shower with his clothes on, the water falling from the top of his head without a hint of heat.
Her heart jolted.
She strode over to him, not caring about anything else.
She felt pain in her heart like it was pricked with needles when she saw his dazed expression, not knowing what he was thinking about and feeling nothing with such cold water hitting his body.
“Mu Sihan!”
His wet eyelashes moved.
She furrowed her eyebrows, crossed over him and to the switch.
The icy cold water dropped inevitably from her head. She ignored it and turned the switch to hot water.
Warm water sprinkled down, relieving the coldness from the cold water.
She did not leave but stood in front of the man, her hands holding his handsome and thin face. “Mu Sihan, look at me.”
His eyelids moved and his deep and dark eyes landed on her.
After bathing, she had no makeup on and there was a natural pink tinge to her face, the almond-shaped eyes under her long eyelashes were like the lake water in autumn, clear with no impurities. Her small nose sniffling, her pink lips opened slightly, with an attractive color.
She held his face in her small hands, and her skin was delicate and warm.
When she saw him looking at her, she looked steadfastly at him. “Listen to me. Even if all the people in the world leave you, I will not.”
“Even if I’m going to implicate you and put you on the verge of life and death, you won’t leave?”
She shook her head. “No.”
He said nothing more and his slender fingers pinched her chin.
Without waiting for her to respond, he lowered his head and his warm lips pressed against her soft ones.
Nan Zhi knew that he needed warmth and companionship, and although she was not used to the intensity of his storm-like kisses, she did not push him away.
The fresh and manly scent invaded her nose, making her nerves shudder.
Forcing her teeth apart, he found her tongue easily like he knew the way all along.
As she closed her eyes, her long eyelashes fluttered like the wings of a butterfly, leaving him to his reckless entangling. She was pushed to the cold tiles behind by him as they kissed as though their lives depended on it.
The coolness made her shrunk her body slightly.
Opening her eyes, she looked at the man close to her.
His upright body was wrapped tightly by his black shirt and pants. Her fingertips rested on his chest and she could clearly feel the firm muscles under the thin fabric.
When she looked, his slightly lowered eyelashes were even longer than a woman’s and she could not see the expression in his eyes. Her eyes swept from his deep set eyes, to his straight nose, and to his well-defined face… His carved-like facial features were like works of art, perfect and charming.
Her heartbeat sped up.
Her lips were swollen from his kisses and it seemed like he wanted to devour her.
There was a prickling pain.
But she bore it in silence.
As he kissed her from her lips to her cheeks, her neck, down to her slender collarbones, she suddenly became a little frightened.
She knew they had a child together, so they must have done it before, but to her now, she had never been touched by a man…
Almost instinctively, she couldn’t push down the feeling of being afraid.
The collar of the bathrobe was big and with a tug from him, a large area of snow-white skin was exposed.
Her body shrank back a little.
Her fingers subconsciously wanted to wrap the bathrobe around her again.
“Mu Sihan, can we not continue?”
The man seemed to have not heard her and pinned her hands on the top of her head, his lips moved from her collarbones and continued downwards…
Nan Zhi looked down and her mind suddenly buzzed.
She screamed and grabbed the man’s hair, wanting to pull him away.
But her shoulders were pressed hard by him, making her unable to move.
Although she was tall, her bones were delicate and soft, as if it could be crushed by pinching it.
Her skin was fair and smooth, and glowing under the light.
She looked at the man’s actions that were getting more reckless and her eyelashes quivered. “Mu Sihan, come to your senses, I don’t want to do it now…”
He bit her tender and smooth shoulder, and raised his head. His eyes red and it seemed like he was holding down a raging desire that could no longer be contained.
