Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
She looked at him coldly, and there was an impatience which she didn’t have to fight to conceal in her indifferent voice.
Mu Sihan swallowed his saliva that was filled with the taste of blood and stared fixedly at her with his dark eyes, as if he wanted to see through her soul.
He knew that she would not forgive him easily for hurting her, even if he hasn’t been himself at the time.
He could not forgive himself either.
He did not know when his illness would be cured. If it could be cured at all.
To keep her by his side, it was a kind of hurt to her as long as he couldn’t be cured and that other personality remained within him.
But to let her go?
He could not bear to.
He was arrogant, had no fear of anything but this time alone, he felt an unprecedented fear.
He dared not even confess to her that he had a personality disorder.
He was embarrassed by this kind of mental illness.
Nan Zhi looked at the complicated and dark emotions surging in his dark eyes and she felt somewhat in doubt.
Looking at him like this, it did not seem like he didn’t care about her.
It was a far cry from the cold and cruel expression that night when he had abandoned her so callously.
“Kitten, how about we don’t separate and I’ll make it up to you in the future, hm?” His head lowered and came close to her ears, his hot tongue wrapped around her earlobe and he pulled her hand and pressed it against his lower abdomen, pulling it further and further down. “I’m all yours.”
When Nan Zhi was forced by his hand to touch his burning hot area, she pulled back her hand as if she had been electrocuted. She wanted to slap him for his shameless behaviour when suddenly, a soft voice chimed in by the door, “Ah Han?”
When Nan Zhi heard Xue’er’s voice, it felt like she was stabbed in the heart by a sharp knife.
Xue’er. How could she have forgotten? He had Xue’er and still lied to her with his sugary sweet words.
He was such a scumbag!
The emotions accumulated in her heart burst out at once and she pushed him hard and did not expect she could push him away.
There was a cold ridicule in her eyes. Sure enough, with Xue’er here, he changed once again.
She sat up from the hospital bed and was about to get out of the bed when the man came at her like an angry beast.
She was pinned down on the bed again, her chin pinched tightly by his hand and he kissed her hard, forcing his tongue into her mouth.
That fierce and rough energy seemed like he wanted to wring her tongue off.
There was the taste of blood in both of their mouths as their tongues twisted together in a mesh of wild anger.
He did not do anything over the line, considering Xue’er’s presence. He pulled her up from the bed and slapped her buttocks twice, motioning her to stand up.
Nan Zhi wanted to ignore him but his sudden intimacy made her ears hot.
This man really had no shame.
Nan Zhi got down from the hospital bed and looked at Xue’er standing by the door in a face mask. The eyes not covered by the mask were clear and beautiful, and even a woman like her feel like protecting her, not to mention a man.
“Kitten, she’s Xue’er. Me and herー”
Nan Zhi did not want to hear anything more about him and Xue’er and she interrupted him expressionlessly, “I’m not interested in knowing about the two of you.”
She left without looking at him.
This time, Mu Sihan did not chase after her.
Nan Zhi stood in the elevator and looked at the mirror-like elevator wall reflecting her pale face and mocking gaze.
It was not until Nan Zhi had left the ward for a long time that Mu Siha’s gaze finally looked from the empty doorframe to Xue’er’s fragile body.
When Xue’er saw him finally looking at her, her long eyelashes fluttered and she walked into the ward, carrying a thermos flask. “I’ve cooked the pork bone porridge that you love.”
