Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love-Chapter 188 - 134. President Mu... got slightly injured.

Upon hearing this, Nan Wan gradually shook off her drowsiness, and her vision became clear.

Only a wall lamp was lit in the room, the light was dim, casting on the man’s face, making his chiseled features even more profound.

Looking into those deep eyes, the thought of hiding the truth vanished, "I... I went to the sanatorium."

Upon hearing this, the dark shadow between Mu Jin Huan’s brows faded slightly, and the pad of his thumb gently caressed the woman’s cheek, his touch soft and slow, "What did you do there?"

Nan Wan shifted her gaze, adjusting into a comfortable position in his embrace, her voice regaining its usual pleasant tone from the hoarseness of just waking up, "I’m getting married, so of course, I had to go and tell Mom."

The man half-closed his dark eyes, looking indifferent, as if teasing a newborn kitten, "Did you go alone?"

Completely different from before, this time, his brows were peaceful, yet his tone was dangerous.

Nan Wan’s face was buried in the bedding, naturally unable to see his expression. The simple four words, which could only be described as simple, carried a faint chill.

She understood.

With her palm covering her cheek, her voice was very low, "Mu Huan, I... I’m not ready, can you give me more time, please?"

That was her most vulnerable place, wrapped in a fortress, even she didn’t dare to touch it easily, how could she dare to take him there?

Mu Jin Huan pulled the woman’s hand away, his long fingers lifted her face from the bedding, pinching her chin, lifting it up.

She rarely called his name, the first time was at the Mu Family, the second time is tonight.

She rarely showed weakness, the first time was on the dance floor that night, the second time is also tonight.

In a low and deep voice, he said, "Wanwan, I won’t force you to do things you don’t want to do, but if you go by yourself without telling me, while I’m not extremely angry, I’m not particularly happy either."

Nan Wan looked at him, only feeling that under the warm-toned light, his cold and stern features seemed to carry a bit more gentle aura.

Her vision became somewhat blurry.

The chill and dampness from the man’s body had dissipated, and Nan Wan couldn’t help but lean closer to that warmth.

Nesting in his solid and strong arms, she closed her eyes, her voice very low, "I’m not happy either, and a bit sad."

After taking a bath, she lay on the bed, always envisioning her mother holding the jade pendant, unable to stop crying, with faint sobs lingering in her ears, remaining in a state of half-dream, half-awake.

Mu Jin Huan stared at the woman’s little face, unable to detect any peculiarity.

She was used to hiding her true emotions, and what he saw was merely the facade she used to protect herself.

Not lying was already not easy, he could feel that she was trying.

However, how could someone who has been alone for twenty years fully accept a ’stranger’ in just half a month?

It was he who was too impatient.

He reached out to turn off the light, then lay down under the covers, pulling her into his embrace.

Finding her lips, he lightly kissed up to the skin behind her ear, his voice low, "How long will you be sad?"

His warm breath fell onto her neck, a bit ticklish.

Nan Wan couldn’t help but shrink back, "Maybe by tomorrow morning, it might be better."

Mu Jin Huan pulled the woman who had retreated from his embrace back in, letting out a chuckle, "Quite worry-free, doesn’t even need comforting."

In the dark environment, with eyes unable to see, the nerves become especially sensitive.

The man’s hand, gently massaging her waistover her nightgown, was not very forceful, nor excessive.

But Nan Wan was naturally ticklish, the gentler the touch, the more unbearable it felt, she could only speak to divert her attention.

"What about you, are you still unhappy?"

Mu Jin Huan didn’t like having the heater on in the bedroom, even in the coldest months.

But ever since she started sharing his pillow, these habits became insignificant.

Her soft body, clothed in silk pajamas, felt cool, and the sensation of holding her in his arms was extremely satisfying.

With dark eyes lightly closed, he answered unhurriedly, "Hmm, still unhappy, should Mrs. Mu comfort me?"

His low, hoarse voice was magnetic.

An overly obvious hint.

To ensure she woke up early the next day, Nan Wan thought for a few seconds and decided to play dumb, "Once you’re asleep, you’ll forget about it."

Because once it starts, it never ends.

A man in his prime, she really couldn’t handle it.

Sometimes she wondered whether he had never sought out another woman for so long, as each time, he had to be fully satisfied before allowing her to sleep.

Mu Jin Huan was merely teasing her and didn’t truly intend to.

He wasn’t someone who didn’t know moderation, and he understood what tomorrow meant.