What was he doing putting her on the bed?
Jian You thought about it and decided it was for him to apply the medicine easily, so she let him. But the result was...
"Xuan Mohan!"
"Mhm."
"You... what are you doing?!"
Why was he kissing her without a word? And such a fierce kiss, she could barely breathe.
"You... let go first, I... can't breathe..."
Jian You quickly said this during a pause to catch her breath, and even pushed him away.
Xuan Mohan pinned her hands above her head and kissed her even more ferociously.
After a long, long time, so long that Jian You felt like she was about to die, Xuan Mohan finally released her, though his lips still lingered on hers.
"This is your punishment. From now on, don't let yourself get hurt, and don't put yourself in danger, understand?"
Jian You had no idea what he was talking about. Her mind was in a fog, and she wasn't even fully conscious. Even if she had heard him, she couldn't respond immediately. Then, Xuan Mohan sealed her lips again.
Soon, she felt something was wrong. Her neck felt cool.
"Xuan Mohan, you..."
Xuan Mohan buried his head in her chest without speaking, but he soon looked up, holding an ointment in his hand from who knows where.
"Actually, I'm already fine..." It's just medicine, why are you staring at me like that.
As he was applying the medicine, Jian You felt something was wrong again. She looked down, and her face instantly turned completely red.
How could she have forgotten that the wound was... in that area? And whether it was a psychological effect or not, Jian You felt that Xuan Mohan's hand was... um...
It was just the time it took to apply the medicine, but Jian You felt it was incredibly agonizing. She could only force herself to look at the ceiling, or glance around.
His room was really big, probably three times the size of hers. Such a large room, yet with so few things. It really fit his style.
With such a huge walk-in closet, could he even wear all his clothes?
No, why hasn't he finished applying the medicine yet? It's just a small wound, why so slow? And why is he massaging in circles? This is too tormenting.
There's such a large television by his bed, does he watch it? Someone like him, besides work, probably has no time to watch it daily.
But this bed is really comfortable to lie on, and it's really big too, easily over two meters wide...
Why isn't it done yet...
Jian You tilted her head back in despair. If it weren't for the devoted expression on the large head in front of her, she would have thought he was doing it on purpose.
However, her upward gaze stopped. She saw a large photo frame above his bed, with a man intimately embracing a woman, just like a wedding photo.
And this man is... Xuan Mohan! And this woman... this woman is...
Jian You suddenly sat up, her eyes wide as she turned back to look at the picture. She could see it clearly now, impossibly clearly, yet she couldn't believe it. The woman in the photo frame was...
Herself!
This was how she looked when she just woke up. That means... she is...
Jian You dazedly turned her head to look at Xuan Mohan, as if encountering an unsolvable problem.
And unbeknownst to her, Xuan Mohan was also looking at her, his shock no less than hers. His gaze, however, was fixed on her right shoulder blade!
Because Jian You sat up suddenly, her clothes slipped, and the familiar heart-shaped birthmark was directly exposed to Xuan Mohan's view, causing him to freeze in place.
They both remained stunned for a moment. Finally, one of them woke up, and they looked at each other in silence, both harboring intense emotions that had nowhere to be released.
"So... this is... why you like me. You knew all along. Then... who am I, really..."
Xuan Mohan gently pulled her into his arms, then... slowly tightened his embrace, wishing he could merge into one with her. He buried his chiseled face in her neck. Until a trace of coldness fell on Jian You's shoulder, burning her heart with a tremor.
"It really... is you."
He knew it. His feelings... couldn't be wrong. She... had really returned to his side...
It was only when the sun was high in the sky that Xuan Mohan finally released the person in his arms.
"Are you cold?"
Jian You shook her head slightly, finally relaxing a bit. Just now, when she realized she wasn't wearing anything on her upper body, Xuan Mohan's large hand hadn't even been as warm as her body.
She wanted to get dressed, but Xuan Mohan's large hands held her firmly in his embrace. Moreover... she had noticed Xuan Mohan secretly wiping his eyes just now, so she let him hold her.
Xuan Mohan, without any hint of impropriety, helped her put on her clothes one by one, as if treating something precious and rare.
Looking up again, he gazed at Jian You, unable to resist drawing closer, and closer, until their lips met. At first, Xuan Mohan was gentle, kissing her lightly, like a dragonfly skimming the water.
Later, Xuan Mohan could no longer control the fierce longing within him. His kisses became more frequent, his breathing grew rapid, his whole body cried out, and the scene gradually spiraled out of control.
"...Xuan Mohan, you..."
Jian You felt Xuan Mohan's increasingly rough actions and couldn't help but struggle.
"...Qian Qian, Qian Qian..."
Hearing the affectionate call in her ear and seeing his lovesick expression, Jian You was stunned into a daze.
If she had only heard how much Xuan Mohan liked that woman before, she was now truly experiencing it. He didn't just love that woman; he loved her to the core of his being.
And that woman... was her.
Everything seemed to fall into place naturally, but it couldn't withstand Xuan Mohan's suppressed longing and yearning over such a long period. Later, Jian You was so exhausted that she fainted.
But Xuan Mohan slept soundly that night, completely unweary. He held Jian You, sometimes kissing her cheek, sometimes kissing her forehead, never getting enough.
Downstairs, Granny Xuan was enjoying tea with Luo Qinlan.
Two cups of steaming tea were placed on the coffee table, shimmering enchantingly under the crystal chandelier.
"This new tea is so fragrant. It's sweet on the palate, and has a unique aftertaste that lingers. It suits this old woman's taste perfectly. What do you think, Qinlan?"
Luo Qinlan heard her, picked up the remaining cup, swirled it gently, and took a sip before looking at Granny Xuan and chuckling softly.
"Mother's taste has always been excellent. I've tried it, and it's indeed as Mother said. I like this tea... very much."
The old lady lowered her head and took another sip, hiding the smile that curved her lips. Just as she put down her teacup, Zhang Sao walked over. From the direction she came, it was clear she had come from upstairs.
The old lady and Luo Qinlan both looked at Zhang Sao, who nodded.
The old lady's smile became even brighter. Leaning on her cane, she slowly stood up and leisurely walked outside. "This old woman is getting old and just loves a bit of excitement. Call me when it's time for dinner..."