Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love
Chapter 122 - 116. Embrace each other while sleeping, embrace each other while waking up

Chapter 122: 116. Embrace each other while sleeping, embrace each other while waking up

But when the words left her mouth, even she couldn’t bear to hear them.

Although he said ’no,’ he eventually turned off the lights, leaving the sheer curtains only half drawn, allowing the bright moonlight to stream through the glass near the sofa side into the bedroom.

Not bright, but it banished the darkness.

The darkness in Mu Jin Huan’s black eyes grew darker, and with a hoarse voice, he threatened her, "Still not telling the truth?"

Nan Wan turned her head, "Haven’t you... already known everything... what else do you want me to say..."

Suddenly, her chin was bitten. It didn’t hurt, but a strange tingling sensation spread to her heart.

She raised her hand to push against the man’s shoulder, but she had no extra strength left, "Stop biting me..."

Her soft voice didn’t sound like she was angry at all; instead, it carried a bone-corroding charm.

Mu Jin Huan’s low laughter spilled out, his hoarse voice seemed to be burning with flames, "Mrs. Mu, how much do you like Lu Li?"

How much hidden grievance does she carry...

Upon hearing this, Nan Wan’s closed eyes opened, and in the dim light, she couldn’t see anything.

A seductive smile appeared on her cheeks, and her voice was soft, "Mr. Mu, how much do you like Ji Wanxia then?"

After she said this, she clearly felt the man’s body stiffen, and all movements stopped at that moment.

She lifted her arm, winding it around like a water snake, and laughed softly, "That day at the hotel, I heard you call her name."

Wanwan, Wanwan...

It was an unconscious murmur in sleep.

Obviously, they were two similar-sounding words, with one being a first tone and the other a third tone; if articulated just a little fuzzily, they sounded almost the same.

But that night’s Nan Wan heard it very clearly.

"Nan Wan..."

She heard the man on top of her call her name in the darkness, his breath still burning hot.

Then, a low, hoarse voice sounded in her ear, "I know better than anyone, she’s already married."

This was the most impeccable answer.

The man’s slightly impatient movements pained her, prompting her to move closer, laughing softly, with a lilting tone, "I am also keenly aware, I am already married to you."

As soon as Nan Wan’s voice fell, all breath was taken away.

She wanted to hold onto something, but everything she touched was his burning chest.

His kisses were like strands of silk, gradually entwining her, inseparable.

Consciousness slowly dissipated.

Night, confusion, entanglement.

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Morning.

The bright morning sun streamed into the room, filtered by the sheer curtains, casting warm, soft spots of light on the carpet.

A dreamless night.

Such a peacefully sleeping night, Mu Jin Huan had not experienced in a long time.

The first thing that came into view was the soft, long black hair spread beside the pillow, like seaweed in the deep sea.

Unlike that night of different dreams in the same bed, waking up this time wasn’t with a gap of distance between two people, but rather... falling asleep and awaking in an embrace.

His arm was a bit sore, the person lying in the crook of his arm seemed to still be in a dream, her face nearly translucent white, and her curled lashes like two dense little brushes.

The pendant shaped like a red bean lay quietly on the delicate collarbone, on the skin exposed to the air were deep and shallow marks, chaotic and ambiguous.

Her eyelashes quivered lightly, seeming to show signs of waking up.

Nan Wan nestled in the bed moved slightly, her eyes still closed, lifting her arm to stretch lazily, and upon touching the man’s chest, she suddenly opened her eyes.

Their eyes met.

Like a slow-motion scene in a movie, the blur in front of her slowly faded away, and the man’s sculpted handsome face became clearer.

The soreness in her body seemed to remind her of something...

The scenes of last night instantly returned to her mind, those unfamiliar memories she assumed she would reject all came flooding back.

Were the red marks on his chest her doing?

Mu Jin Huan’s short black hair was wildly untamed, with a light stubble growing on his chin, his usually sharp black eyes now soft and carrying the huskiness of the morning, "Awake?"

He watched those clear eyes transition from confusion to clarity, and inside them wasn’t the deep affection he imagined, nor was there panic or shyness.

Nan Wan swept the hair scattered over her face to the back of her head, responded softly, "Mm."

Subtly shifting, she attempted to move her body out of the man’s embrace, to increase the distance between them.

However, before she succeeded, the man’s arm reached over, encircled her waist, and pulled her back.

Mu Jin Huan’s face was gentle, his long fingers playing with the pendant on her collarbone, his dark eyes appeared deep and unreadable at this moment, his voice hoarse and sexy, "Still hurt?"