Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love
Chapter 97 - 097. Doctor Nan is so knowledgeable and experienced?

Chapter 97: 097. Doctor Nan is so knowledgeable and experienced?

The half-wet long hair was slightly disheveled, draped behind the shoulders, with a few strands sticking to the face, instead accentuating an untouched beauty.

The eyes, moistened by the mist, were glistening and alluring, easily enticing wrongdoing, and the two slender, fair legs dazzled him, making his eyes ache a bit.

Sitting without moving, a small flame flickered in his dark eyes, and his voice was extremely hoarse, "Come here."

Nan Wan’s breath caught, and her fingers holding the towel tightened.

Her delicate white teeth lightly bit her lower lip, then a bright smile spread across her face as she changed direction from going further inside.

She stopped a step away from the man, bent slightly forward, took the wine glass from his hand, and sipped from it.

Raising her eyes to meet the man’s burning gaze, she lightly licked the corner of her lips with the tip of her tongue, smiling charmingly, "Mr. Mu, if you don’t pay attention to personal hygiene in this aspect, you might get sick."

The temptation in her half-closed eyes carried a hint of freshness, very alluring.

Mu Jin Huan suddenly recalled Huo Yihan’s comment about her: glamorous but not vulgar.

Just four short words, yet very precise.

His dark eyes fixed on that deliberately charming face, he raised his hand and clasped the woman’s wrist, pulling her with a tug.

The wine glass fell onto the carpet with a very faint sound, liquid spilling, the fragrance in the air growing richer.

"Doctor Nan seems to know a lot, quite experienced?"

His low, husky voice was entwined with ambiguity.

When Nan Wan came back to her senses from that dizzying sense of weightlessness, the man’s enlarged handsome face was already close at hand.

His hot breath sprayed onto her skin, raising a tormenting sensation.

Inch by inch, slowly and deliberately, as if intentionally challenging her nerves.

A bit of suffocation...

"Not really, just average."

When their noses touched, Mu Jin Huan’s thin lips were nearly pressed against the corner of hers, his dark eyes flickering with intensity, "Seems like I don’t need to teach you."

Instinctively, Nan Wan almost immediately pressed that hand, preventing the man’s further actions.

After meeting his half-smiling gaze, she awkwardly evaded it, "Why don’t you take a shower first, I’ll dry my hair."

She pushed at his chest with both hands, but he didn’t budge at all.

The next second, her wrist was pinned and twisted above her head, in a posture of submission.

A sense of humiliation surged through her brain, her body instinctively resisting him, the bodies already in close contact rubbing against each other.

Mu Jin Huan’s dark eyes flowed with turbulent undercurrents, teasing leisurely, as if savoring the most delicious dessert, "Beg me to marry you, or did you think I wouldn’t touch you?"

The two muffled, deep words slowly struck Nan Wan’s heart.

Her body relaxed, no longer struggling, a faint smile blooming on her face, "Before you marry me, I don’t really want to."

Then, silence as deep as death fell over the entire room, so quiet that even the sound of water droplets falling from the slightly loose bathroom tap could be heard.

Mu Jin Huan stopped all actions, his thin lips pressed tightly, his handsome face taut and gloomy.

The snow outside the window showed no sign of abating, a thin layer of mist forming on the glass.

Nan Wan didn’t know how long this tormenting posture lasted for both of them. When she snapped back to reality, the man had already withdrawn from her and walked into the bathroom.

Evidently, her words had killed his mood.

But under such circumstances, what exactly does this mean...

Just temporarily lost interest, or will continue after his shower?

She got up, found a clean towel in the room, and sat on the carpet drying her hair.

In front of her was a large floor-to-ceiling window, offering a great view. From here, all the lights of the city were visible,.

It was Nan Wan’s first time seeing such a night in Qing City, snowflakes falling one by one, the distant lights were tiny spots of light, like thousands of fireflies, decorating the dark night into a dreamy fairytale town.

The doorbell rang.

Nan Wan paused for a moment, then stood up.

Because she didn’t wear slippers when she came out of the bathroom, she had to walk to the door barefoot.

When she opened the door, she saw a young man who seemed just over twenty, wearing the hotel uniform, presumably staff.

Nan Wan hid her body behind the door, only sticking out her head, "Can I help you?"

The staff member was momentarily stunned.

Her clean, fresh face, with long hair cascading down, from his angle, he could vaguely see her rounded shoulder.

Nan Wan frowned, asked again, this time with a hint of chill in her voice, "Can I help you?"

The staff member abruptly snapped back to reality, his ears suddenly turning red, hurriedly averting his gaze, and awkwardly handed over the items in his hand with both hands, "Miss Nan, this is the cold medicine President Mu requested."

Cold medicine...

Nan Wan’s gaze fell onto the box of medicine handed before her, she reached out to take it, and replied softly, "Thank you."

After closing the door, turning around, she unexpectedly met the man’s eyes which were filled with a dark color.

His handsome face expressionless, only a towel wrapped around his waist, perfectly revealing his abs, short hair still dripping with water,

His brows nearly furrowed into a ’川’ character.

Then, she heard him ask, "Nan Wan, how old are you?"

Standing there blankly, puzzled, "26, what’s wrong?"

Good.

Mu Jin Huan half-squinted his dark eyes, the depths more obscure, "Even a 3-year-old knows not to open the door to strangers at a hotel, you’ve lived nine more cycles than they have, has no one ever taught you about safety awareness?"

Nan Wan was at a loss for words by his reprimand.

Lowering her head, puffing out her cheeks, she murmured softly, "Isn’t it because you’re here..."

Though her tone was low, it was enough for Mu Jin Huan to hear.

Seeing that head drooping like a schoolchild after making a mistake, the inexplicable anger in his heart vanished without a trace.

The darkness in his black eyes was replaced by gentleness, He took long strides to stand in front of the woman, put the towel in his hand over her head, and rubbed it with a smile, "Remember?"

As he approached, Nan Wan could feel the scent of the same shower gel on both of them intertwining, creating an ambiguous atmosphere.

Totally different from the atmosphere before he went to take a shower.

Nan Wan, not wearing high heels, was bowing her head in front of the tall stature of Mu Jin Huan, presenting a visible sense of being clingy and dependent.

Nan Wan’s gaze had nowhere to settle, unable to stare directly at the man’s chest, so she looked around randomly, a muffled syllable escaping her lips, "Hmm."

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When Nan Wan dried her hair and came out of the bathroom wearing a robe, a pair of cotton slippers were placed at the doorway.

It was only the two of them in the room, and she hadn’t brought it herself, so naturally, it was him.

Her chest seemed less stuffy...

Mu Jin Huan had also changed into a dark robe, standing by the floor-to-ceiling window. Upon hearing a sound, he turned around, picked up the water cup and pills from the table, and approached her, "Take your medicine."