Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Mu Sihan looked at Nan Zhi. Her beautiful small face was at the moment, exuding a unique gentleness of motherhood. Her long eyelashes were lowered, the corner of her lips slightly raised with a faint smile, the dimples at the corner of her lips were a pleasant speck on her face.
Her skin was very fair and one could hardly see any pores under the warm light. Her long smooth hair cascaded down her shoulders in soft waves and her slender fingers lightly patting the blanket that covered the brat.
Mu Sihan narrowed his dark eyes slightly.
His memories from before the age of 12 were hazy. He was not sure if he had anyone coaxing him to sleep when he was the brat’s age.
Mu Sihan went in after a few minutes.
When Nan Zhi saw Mu Sihan, her gentle gaze immediately became alert.
The man was wearing a bathrobe that was tied loosely, revealing his strong and beautiful chest, and his sculpted abdominal muscles could be seen. His legs were toned and much longer than the average man, the curves of his legs straight and powerful.
Nan Zhi drew her gaze away from him and turned her head. “Xiaojie is asleep, you can go back and sleep…”
Before she finished, a small porcelain bottle was thrown to her.
Nan Zhi pursed her lips, not understanding what he meant.
“The medicine in the bottle is good for your bruises.”
A trace of bitterness and mocking appeared at the corners of Nan Zhi’s lips. “A reward after a punishment? Young Master Mu, is this your usual method?”
Mu Sihan went to the bed and looked at the woman with her long eyelashes lowered. He lifted her long hair, sniffed at it and twisted it around his finger. “I’ll give you a chance to explain.”
Nan Zhi pushed away his finger and looked at his handsome and hateful face. “Whether I explain or not, it can’t be reason for you to humiliate me!”
Mu Sihan bowed his head, his handsome face came towards Nan Zhi. Nan Zhi leaned back instinctively and Mu Sihan put his hands on both sides of her body, his well-defined nose almost touching hers, the corners of his mouth lifted up in a wild manner. “Next time you don’t explain clearly, I’ll force myself on you.”
Nan Zhi lifted her hand, wanting to give him a slap.
He grabbed her wrist in time, licked his lips and gave a faint smile. “If you can bear the consequences of hitting me, do it.”
He released her.
Nan Zhi glared at him angrily, not daring to hit him.
Mu Sihan pinched the tip of her nose, his gaze menacing, as if to say: I know you won’t dare to.
He sat down by the bed and picked her up.
Nan Zhi struggled and Mu Sihan bit her ear, saying in a low voice. “Do you want to wake the brat?”
Nan Zhi met his dark eyes and gritted her teeth. “What do you want?”
“I’ll apply the medicine for you.”
“I can do it myself.”
“Can you reach your back?” Not allowing her to say anything else, he lifted her pajama top, unscrewed the bottle and applied the medicine on her bruises.
After he had finished applying her back, he wanted to apply to her front but Nan Zhi refused and he did not force her.
…
Nan Zhi went into the bathroom to finish applying the medicine. She sighed with relief at the sight of Mu Sihan lying on the other side of Xiaojie, his eyes closed as though he was asleep.
Taking Xiaojie into her arms and smelling the milky fragrance of his body, sleepiness gradually swept her into its arms.
…
In the middle of the night.
The man who could not fall asleep opened his eyes.
Looking at the small head against the soft chest of the woman and saliva flowing out of his small and delicate mouth, he frowned with dissatisfaction.
Although he was her son, it was not allowed for him to lean against her chest.
There, from now on, belongs only to him.
So, a certain someone with a face of disgust, moved the sleeping child away and shamelessly lay down on the soft area.
