Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love-Chapter 193 - 135. Wanwan, if you are angry, just tell me, okay?_2

After a minute, he loosened the grip on the woman’s chin, his large hand moving down to find her small hand that still felt cool.

His finger gently rubbed the wedding ring between her fingers, his voice low and hoarse, "Did I make you angry, so you’re deliberately trying to upset me like this, aren’t you?"

Nan Wan was too lazy to argue this question with him any further and glanced at the man’s arm, where the bandage was already seeping faintly red.

She pulled her hand away and pushed his chest, "Your wound has reopened, lie down, I’ll call for a doctor."

Mu Jin Huan seemed unconcerned whether the wound had reopened, maintaining the same posture.

His deep-set features were cold and indifferent at the moment, "Aren’t you a doctor?"

"Even if I were Hua Tuo reborn, I couldn’t re-bandage you in this position," the man’s body didn’t budge, and Nan Wan lost her patience, her expression cold, "Get up, it must hurt quite a bit."

Mu Jin Huan’s dark eyes stared into the woman’s, the depths as elusive as a hidden blade, as if hoping to peel away her skin to see the truth.

Yet, there was nothing at all.

After a long moment, he turned over and got off, without saying another word.

Nan Wan propped herself up, and after recovering from the numbness in her limbs, she bent down to pick up the suit that had fallen on the floor and placed it at the foot of the bed.

She put on her shoes, walked out of the ward to find a nurse to get cotton swabs and bandages, and also asked for a cup of green tea. The hospital’s tea couldn’t compare to what they had at home, but at least it was tea and could help sober up.

"It’s freshly brewed, drink it while it’s hot."

Nan Wan held out the paper cup in front of the man, waiting for several seconds, but he neither took it nor looked at her.

She didn’t insist, placing the cup on the bedside table, then sat down on the chair, pulling over his arm to re-bandage the torn wound.

He cooperated to some extent, allowing her to handle him.

After unwrapping the blood-stained bandage, Nan Wan saw an approximately five-centimeter-long cut, clearly made by a sharp knife.

She used an alcohol swab to clean the congealed blood on the skin, then wrapped it with a clean bandage.

No matter how she moved, the man remained unresponsive.

Thinking of the nurse’s glance earlier made her irritated, like a deliberate provocation. At the final wrap, Nan Wan deliberately applied more force. While not enough to reopen the wound a third time, it certainly hurt.

Her action was sudden, without the slightest warning, catching him off guard.

Mu Jin Huan’s dark eyes tightened, and he let out a low, muffled groan. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Two pairs of eyes landed on her face. Nan Wan didn’t look at him, instead straightening the man’s bent arm, "Isn’t it supposed to not hurt? Why are you moving?"

The silence was broken, and the atmosphere seemed less tense.

The woman’s tone remained indifferent, yet Mu Jin Huan’s expression softened a lot, the irritation in his brow not as pronounced as before.

His thin lips moved slightly, his voice faint, "Were you doing it on purpose?"

After finishing the bandaging, Nan Wan placed the bandages and cotton swabs on the tray on the table, lifted her eyes, and looked at his sharply defined profile.

Her body leaned back against the chair, gathering her loose long hair to one side, absentmindedly combing it, "Is Mr. Mu questioning my professional ethics?"

Mu Jin Huan turned his head, his deep-set eyes meeting hers, staring for a while before suddenly pulling her onto the bed.

Nan Wan was sitting facing him, and as the man pulled her arm, her body instinctively leaned forward, landing directly on the man’s chest.

Her nose knocked against the button of his shirt, a wave of uncomfortable sourness surging through her, making Nan Wan suddenly feel annoyed. Her delicate brows furrowed, "Mu Jin Huan, what are you doing?"

Mu Jin Huan controlled the woman’s waist with one hand, no matter how she moved, still keeping her within his embrace.

Lowering his head, he kissed her lips gently, his voice low and husky, "If you’re angry, then just be angry, why bottle it up?"

Nan Wan’s feet remained on the ground, while her upper body was tightly restrained by the man’s grip around her waist, a position extremely frustrating.

She had no intention of rewrapping his bandage for the second time.

Letting go of her struggle, she took a deep breath, "I’m not angry, nor am I bottling anything up."

As soon as she finished speaking, there was a knock on the door outside, "Knock knock."

She waited a few seconds, but he still showed no reaction.

Nan Wan lost her patience, lifting her head, "You... mmm..."

The friction between their bodies, combined with the fermentation of alcohol, made Mu Jin Huan’s kiss intense. Holding the woman by the waist, he brought her fully onto the bed, rolling her beneath him, without breaking the kiss throughout the entire process.

It wasn’t until the second knock sounded that Nan Wan finally reacted. As she turned to the left, he followed to the left; as she twisted to the right, he pursued to the right, their lips and tongues entangled from start to finish.