Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
That night in the hotel four years ago…
Nan Zhi thought about how the facial features and profile of the man indeed looked a little like Mu Sihan when she glanced at him incidentally after she woke up.
Actually, she had never thought about looking for that man when she decided to give birth to Xiaojie.
Besides, they already found a matching bone marrow for Xiaojie’s leukemia. Whether she found that man or not no longer had any meaning to her.
They did not have a child because of love.
But, what if it really was Mu Sihan?
Back when she had first met him after returning to the country, she had taken a few strands of his hair with the intention to check for the DNA. However, after Junyuan told her that there was hope for Xiaojie, she had not gone further with the testing.
Her stomach turned uncomfortably just now. Did she fall pregnant again?
Surely not…
Although she had taken the contraceptive pill the next day after he tore into her that time at the beach, the pill was not 100%… there was no guarantee it prevented her from falling pregnant completely…
Nan Zhi’s thoughts became messier.
As a result, she did not notice where she was putting her foot and she suddenly slipped on the floor when she took her towel off the shelf.
Sliding backward, her foot flew up in the air and her forehead hit the floor.
She felt dizzy and disoriented for a moment.
Mu Sihan heard a grunt and a loud ruckus from the other room as he had been standing on the balcony after the call. He rushed into the next room.
But was intercepted as she had locked the door from the inside. With one aggressive yank, the lock was broken and he entered the bathroom in a few large strides.
Their eyes met and Nan Zhi shouted in embarrassment and anger, “Get out!”
Mu Sihan couldn’t take his eyes away as he continued to stare as she lay sprawled on the floor. His gaze landed on the naked curve of her back and slowly moved down to her perky butt, her long slender legs…
His lower abdomen started to heat up.
The place that he thought was crippled from her kick started to react a little.
His expression darkened and in one swift motion, he pulled the towel on the shelf over. Helping her up, he used the towel to wrap around her body and lifted her up with ease.
Nan Zhi did not struggle when she was carried in his arms. Her small hands moved to his hair and tugged it hard. The man hissed in pain as his gaze on her darkened. “Woman, what are you doing?”
“You pulled my hair and shoved my head in the seawater so hard that time at the beach. Did you know I almost drowned? Not to mention my scalp was almost ripped out by you! I’ve merely pulled you a little and you’re already shouting about it?”
Mu Sihan’s expression was a smouldering black as he carried her to the bed. His tall body then pressed against her on the bed. “Alright, then take your revenge now. I’ll let you pull my hair and force yourself on me.”
He lifted his well-defined long fingers as he said so and started to undo his shirt.
Nan Zhi’s pupils constricted when she realized he was being serious. “You’re a man and I’m a woman. Have you seen a woman forcing herself on a man?”
Mu Sihan froze a little when he heard Nan Zhi’s words.
A faint memory seemed to flash past in his mind. However, he could not quite remember it when he tried to recall it.
Nan Zhi was thoughtful when she saw Mu Sihan dazing out slightly, “Young Master Mu, has a woman forced herself on you before?”
If she did not remember wrongly, when she was drugged back then, she was the one who initiated it after running into that man’s room…
Mu Sihan lifted his hand and swatted at her forehead once without a care. His expression was cold. “What nonsense are you saying? There would only be me forcing myself on a woman. When would I ever be forced on by a woman?”
Nan Zhi’s heart sank a little.
He had not been forced on by a woman…
That meant he wasn’t the man from four years ago…
Mu Sihan lifted Nan Zhi’s petite chin as his handsome face inched towards hers. His thin lips were almost touching her soft ones as his voice turned low and hoarse. “You can’t leave today until you make me hard.”
