Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love-Chapter 132 - 120.

The sudden pain coursed through her nerves, pulling Nan Wan back to her senses, her scattered gaze finally finding focus.

But the sensation, calling it pain, didn’t seem quite accurate.

Her eyes turned, smiling, "..."

"Get up, I’m not serving you anymore."

After drinking, he seemed to become a different person, what kind of problem is this?

Mu Jin Huan easily suppressed Nan Wan’s movements, his voice was hoarse beyond reason, "You clearly understood, why are you pretending to be confused, hmm?"

He wanted to go further, she retreated completely.

Nan Wan couldn’t move, she asked faintly, "Isn’t what we have now good?"

They both knew how their relationship started.

He had his motives, all his thoughts and means began with that apartment.

As for her, she was cornered without any way out, making a desperate gamble.

Once feelings became involved, everything would go against the life she envisioned, this marriage would become complicated.

Mu Jin Huan lifted his head from the crook of her neck, his deep eyes holding emotions that others couldn’t decipher, "That day you said, at twenty-six, you would no longer easily fall for someone."

Nan Wan thought about it, vaguely recalling, so she didn’t deny, "I did say that."

Mu Jin Huan gazed into her eyes, his palm sliding down her shoulder, inch by inch, until it reached her palm.

His defined fingers slipped between her fingers, interlocking them, "But I’m thirty-four this year, thinking I’ve seen it all, assuming my heart would remain calm, yet..... the only one who moved me, was you."

His words landed clearly in Nan Wan’s ears.

His heated breath brushed against her skin, the room returned to silence, the faucet in the bathroom seemed left slightly open, allowing her to hear the sound of water dripping onto the floor.

Drip, drip...

The rhythm was consistent.

With each drop, Nan Wan counted once.

1, 2, 3...

Yet even amidst such distraction, she could still feel her heart thumping as if it would leap out of her throat.

She pulled a smile, "You must be drunk."

Mu Jin Huan just looked at her, saying nothing.

His eyes had lost the heat from when he approached the bathroom, now profound like the most mysterious valley, containing countless worlds, yet cloaked in shadows.

"Don’t tell me, just because you saw me scolding a kid the other night, you think I’m different from the other brazen women, refreshing and unpretentious, and suddenly fell for me..."

Nan Wan started laughing at her own words, "I won’t believe it."

Mu Jin Huan, infuriated, laughed, his deep gaze gradually gathering turbulent currents, "Love, perhaps not quite yet."

One day, as he drove past the intersection near the hospital, stopping at a red light, he witnessed a very small, trivial event.

So small..... that only he and the stubborn old man noticed, while the hurried pedestrians and impatient drivers did not.

The elderly man had his dignity, refusing help while crossing the street, leaning on a cane, moving with shaky steps, lagging behind.

At that time, Doctor Nan was among the hurried crowd heading to work.

With three seconds left on the red light, Doctor Nan had already reached the middle of the street, but retreated against the flow, staying a meter away from the old man’s right side, holding a newspaper, her gaze on the paper.

As slow as the elder walked, she walked just as slow.

In the blaring horns and the noise urging her to hurry, her expression unchanged, she crossed the zebra crossing step by step.

When passing his car, the warm sunlight formed halos around her, her delicate profile bathed in the light.

Extremely beautiful.

Nan Wan watched as the harsh lines of the man’s handsome face slowly softened, unaware of the cause for such change.

Evidently, he previously looked as if he wished to pry open her mind.

Her body felt slightly sore from the pressure, her well-shaped brows furrowing as she broke the eerie silence, "How long do you plan to maintain this position?"

Mu Jin Huan looked at the two rows of bite marks on her jaw, the anger blocking his chest inexplicably dissipating somewhat, "Not planning to change for now."

The night was serene, the scenery beautiful.

So... like this?

Nan Wan felt a sense of irritability, though its source eluded her, she raised her hand to push against the man’s body, yet he didn’t budge.

The robe belt she untied revealed his distinct chest, the sensation at her fingertips was burning hot.