Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love
Chapter 66 - 066. He, with such an identity, is wearing a slightly old-looking watch.

Chapter 66: 066. He, with such an identity, is wearing a slightly old-looking watch.

Mu Jin Huan did not start the car immediately. Instead, he took out the first aid kit, tossed his suit jacket onto the back seat, and said to the person sitting in the passenger seat, "Take off your shoes."

Nan Wan quietly watched the man roll up his sleeves, revealing his lean forearms. The watch on his wrist was clearly expensive, but not the latest model—perhaps from many years ago.

Such a distinguished individual, yet wearing a watch with a slightly old-fashioned feel...

Quite interesting.

Nan Wan shifted her gaze and lazily reclined against the seat, "Thanks, but there’s no need to trouble yourself. Let’s just go eat. I don’t want to starve on the road."

She had just run barefoot for quite a distance on the road, with the soles of her feet slightly cut by small pebbles, causing a faint, lingering pain—but it was no longer unbearable.

Mu Jin Huan was not in a rush either. His dark eyes rested lightly on the woman’s profile, a faintly imperceptible smile playing on his thin lips, "You don’t want to take them off yourself, do you want me to help?"

In the quiet car, the man’s deep voice unfolded slowly, the temperature seemed to rise silently, entwined with a soft intimacy.

Two buttons of his shirt were undone at the collar. Under the orange light, the tanned skin exuded a masculine hormonal aura.

Nan Wan slightly lowered her eyes, her gaze falling aimlessly on her bent knees. She pressed her lips together and softly said, "There really is no need."

Mu Jin Huan, with a calm face, spoke unhurriedly, "A girl who has nothing but looks would not look good if she got a scar."

Upon hearing the term ’girl,’ Nan Wan felt a slight urge to laugh, yet she held it in.

A 26-year-old divorced woman, yet in his mouth, became a little girl. It sounded like something an older brother would say when educating his younger sister.

She wasn’t sure if it was just her imagination, but despite the educational tone, there was an affectionate undertone to his words.

When he was with Ji Wanxia in the Ji Family, did he speak to her the same way...

"Even if it leaves a scar, I would still be beautiful," Nan Wan lifted her eyes to meet the man’s gaze, blinked, and lightly smiled as she asked, "Mr. Mu, am I not beautiful?"

Her voice was lighthearted and playful.

To Mu Jin Huan, this was how she should be—a young girl.

Not the kind full of thorns, either pandering insincerely or coldly keeping people at a distance.

He took out a disinfectant swab from the first aid kit, remaining expressionless, "Doctor Nan, your thoughts are too dangerous. I urge you to turn back at once."

The faint scent of medical alcohol spread in the air—a smell Nan Wan was more than familiar with. She discreetly retracted her foot, her face still showing a gentle smile, "Mr. Mu, you already said I’m a doctor. I know better than you whether there will be a scar."

Mu Jin Huan glanced deeply at the woman and said nothing more. He leaned forward without hesitation, his large hand accurately grasping her still slightly cool ankle, and before she could react, removed her high heel.

Nan Wan was startled by the man’s sudden action, her pupils widening. Her hands supported her legs on either side, her fingers instinctively clutching the seat cushion tightly, her body recoiling, yet there was no room to withdraw.

Her breathing suddenly became labored.

His head was bowed low, and from her view, she could only see his dark short hair.