She was indeed weak all over, but… she absolutely refused to let him help her wash!
Xuan Mohan paid no mind. He refused to wait outside any longer. After hanging up the phone, he did nothing else but stare in the direction of the bathroom, then check the time.
Finally, after an unknown number of back-and-forth moments, he couldn't help but go in. He didn't want to wait for her to finish washing anymore. He knew exactly how many seconds she had been inside.
However, when Jian You was conscious, he couldn't have his way. So, he could only…
“Mmm~ Xuan Mohan…!”
In the beginning, Jian You still had the strength to resist him. Later, her consciousness became hazy, and she let the man do as he pleased. In the end, even the medicine… he was the one who administered it…
After Xuan Mohan carried Jian You to bed, she turned her back to him, completely wrapped up in the covers, three layers thick. Most importantly, there wasn't a sliver of space left for Xuan Mohan!
Xuan Mohan didn't get angry. Holding Jian You, he inhaled her pleasant scent, feeling incredibly secure. He wished they could be together until the end of time…
“It’s all my fault. Please don’t be angry anymore, okay? Getting angry is bad for your health…”
So, he knew he shouldn’t anger her?
“I was afraid you wouldn’t be able to manage by yourself in there…”
Don’t think that a few comforting words would make her forgive him! Did she need his help at this moment?
“I miss you…”
Jian You’s eyes flickered upwards slightly, then she immediately put on a stern face. She couldn't be bought off so easily!
However, after a short while, Jian You suddenly turned her face, looking at Xuan Mohan with confusion: “What medicine did the old man mention? And who was it about?”
Xuan Mohan’s arm around Jian You instantly stiffened. Through the thick quilt, Jian You didn’t notice anything amiss.
However… she caught the almost imperceptible change in Xuan Mohan’s expression. She silently noted it in her heart.
Xuan Mohan nuzzled her cheek, concealing a trace of darkness in his eyes: “It’s nothing. The old man probably knows I have someone he needs. You know he’s a doctor, so he’d be more interested in this…”
Before Jian You could speak, Xuan Mohan continued speaking gently in her ear: “Do you want to sleep a little more? Are you tired?”
His question made Jian You feel sleepy, but she still prepared to get up, only to be stopped by Xuan Mohan’s large hand: “Where are you going? Are you thirsty? I’ll pour you some water.”
Jian You quickly said: “No, I’m not thirsty. I’m going back to sleep. I am a bit sleepy…”
As Jian You got up, Xuan Mohan possessively pulled her into his arms. Thirsty was fine, but wanting to go back to her own room? Not a chance!
“I’m sleepy…”
After saying that, Xuan Mohan closed his eyes. And the force with which he held her prevented Jian You from breaking free.
“Let go quickly. It’s not proper for me to be staying in your room. They’ll…”
Before Jian You could finish, Xuan Mohan, with his eyes closed, spoke: “Do you think that if we haven’t come out of the same room from afternoon to evening, they wouldn’t know what happened?”
He paused for a moment, then continued: “Don’t think too much. Rest early. I’ve got everything, okay?”
With his determined stance preventing her from leaving, could she actually leave?
But what he said was also true. Yesterday, he had slept in her room, albeit on the sofa, but everyone knew what they needed to know. When he carried her in at noon, he hadn’t bothered to hide it from anyone, so they must have been watching all along.
Fine. Let it be. She was really too tired. She would deal with all this tomorrow.
Only after Jian You fell asleep did Xuan Mohan open his eyes. He looked at Jian You with eyes full of tenderness.
Gently turning Jian You’s body in another direction, he then hugged her. Holding her, Xuan Mohan soon drifted into a sweet slumber.
The next day, as a red sun began to rise in the sky, Xuan Mohan felt a soft body next to him upon waking. Before he even opened his eyes, the corners of his mouth had already curled into a smile.
This feeling of being able to see her the moment he woke up was truly… wonderful. And today, he finally confirmed that all of this wasn’t a dream. She was finally back.
Xuan Mohan simply kept watching the person lying in his arms, occasionally reaching out to tuck away a stray strand of her hair.
The quiet and beautiful atmosphere was suddenly broken by a knock on the door. Xuan Mohan frowned, his mood displeased. Just as he was about to open the door, the person in his arms had already opened their clear, beautiful eyes, though her gaze was still a little hazy.
“You continue sleeping. I’ll go open the door.”
Xuan Mohan ruffled her hair, then got out of bed and strode towards the door with his long legs.
He felt very impatient with whoever had come to disturb them, but… when he opened the door and saw the little figure in front of him, all his temper vanished.
“Is there something, Lexuan?”
Lan Lexuan glanced at him, then walked straight inside.
“…”
Xuan Mohan had no choice but to step aside, allowing Lan Lexuan to enter. If it were anyone else, Xuan Mohan wouldn't have been so polite. But thinking that this was his and Qianqian’s child, and that he rarely came to see them, he felt guilty.
Therefore, as a father, he would do everything he could to satisfy their needs. Lan Lexuan, who entered Xuan Mohan’s room without any resistance, walked a few steps and saw Jian You, who was supposed to be sleeping downstairs, now awake and looking at him.
When he went to her room after school yesterday, Granny Zhang had stopped him, saying that Aunt Jian wasn’t feeling well today and had already fallen asleep. But when he went to see her early this morning, her room was empty.
There was even no trace of anyone having lived there. He knew then that it wasn’t that simple, and the current scene seemed to provide a forthcoming answer.
He walked slowly towards the bookshelf and found a notebook and pen on the bottom shelf.
This was arranged by Luo Qinlan. Because Lan Lexuan couldn’t speak, she had placed paper and pens in every corner of the villa, always in a fixed, low position for Lan Lexuan’s convenience.
He opened the brand-new notebook and wrote a line of text, his handwriting neat and beautiful, as if it were printed. After writing, he placed the notebook in his arms.
Then… he walked step by step towards the person on the bed, his eyes never leaving that person.
Finally, he stopped. His small hands somewhat clumsily unfolded the thick notebook and… displayed it to the person opposite him.
This was the first time he had written his words on paper, and the first time he had begun to communicate with someone.
“Can I hug you?”
Just these few words made Jian You’s heart ache. She suddenly reached out and pulled the little person by the bed into her arms, holding him tightly. This… was entirely an instinctive action.
Lan Lexuan inhaled her familiar scent, slowly extending his hands…
Every day before sleeping, he thought of his mommy’s scent. It was only with that that he could sleep soundly.
They didn’t know that, besides being unable to speak, he also had nightmares every day and slept extremely restlessly. But today, Jian You appeared, and his nightmares eased…