Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love-Chapter 195 - 135. Wanwan, if you’re angry just tell me, hmm? _4
In the eyes of others, he was no different from his usual aloof and noble image, except for... those black eyes filled with endless darkness.
"Put on the coat."
A deep, subdued voice sounded above her head.
A pair of polished leather shoes entered her field of vision. Nan Wan lifted her eyes to see a black coat in front of her. "You wear it. I’ll wear my own clothes."
The numbness in her calves had dissipated. She said this, stood up, and prepared to go to the ward to retrieve her down jacket.
Mu Jin Huan caught hold of her arm, released it when she paused, and draped the black coat he carried over her shoulders. "It’s dirty. I threw it away," he said calmly.
Her down jacket and his bloodstained suit jacket were already in the trash can.
The coat blocked out the chill, and only then did Nan Wan notice that he was wearing nothing but a thin shirt. She pinched the collar of the coat and said softly, "You’ll be cold."
Mu Jin Huan didn’t look at her. He took out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his trouser pocket, lit a cigarette, and said, "I won’t. Let’s go."
The tall, slender figure of the man had already walked a few steps away. Only then did Nan Wan pull the coat tighter around herself and follow him.
The elevator arrived; one after the other, they entered and pressed the button for the first floor. The numbers on the screen kept descending without stopping.
When they reached the first floor, Nan Wan waited a few seconds. The man beside her didn’t move, seemingly signaling for her to go first. He said nothing, so she stepped out of the elevator.
At five in the morning in Qing City, the sky was still a dark shade of ink.
The wind was chilly. Nan Wan was wearing a sweater with his coat over it, but as she walked out of the building, she couldn’t help but sneeze.
Yet he walked in the cold wind wearing just a shirt, with no change in his expression.
Nan Wan stopped looking and quickened her pace. When she reached her car, she realized her keys weren’t with her.
They must be in the pocket of the down jacket...
However, before she could turn around, a deep and powerful voice sounded beside her ear.
"Is that Doctor Nan?"
The old man managing the parking shed was a retired veteran with no children. He worked there not for money but for company and someone to talk to.
Leaning on a cane, he walked out of the guardroom. His eyesight wasn’t good, so he couldn’t see people clearly as he walked and asked.
Though Nan Wan was accustomed to his booming voice, hearing it suddenly in the quiet night gave her a start.
She smoothed her chest and exhaled deeply, "...It’s me. Grandpa Gu, why are you working the night shift now?"
"Old age makes it hard to sleep, so I got up to help Xiao Li for a while," the old man said as he approached, his voice not softening, "Girl, how can you be so careless, leaving the car door open and not taking the keys out? Are you trying to make it easy for car thieves? No matter how urgent something is, you can’t be like this. You were gone before I could even call you."
Nan Wan was so bewildered by the reprimand that she was momentarily lost for words.
When the old man fished the car keys out from his pocket and handed them over to her, she finally snapped back to reality.
Her hand, tucked inside the coat, rose to take them. "I... I wasn’t paying attention. Thank you, Grandpa Gu. It won’t happen again."
The old man assumed Nan Wan had been called to the ER, so he earnestly advised her, "Why come to the hospital on your wedding night? There are other doctors, you know. Go home quickly."
Nan Wan didn’t explain and simply agreed with him, "Mm, I know."
She waited for the old man to return to the guardroom and close the door before unlocking her car and turning around.
Under the dim streetlamp, the tall, slender figure stood not far away, almost blending into the darkness, with only the ember between his fingers glowing intermittently.
His profound eyes focused on her face, carrying an inexplicable emotion, deeply enigmatic.
Nan Wan seemed to have fallen into a bottomless lake, unable to grasp anything for support, her body slowly sinking, the icy water gradually engulfing her knees, thighs, and waist...
After a long time, Mu Jin Huan stubbed out the cigarette and took long strides forward.
Snapping back to reality, Nan Wan lowered her head, pressed her lips together, and spoke softly, "It’s cold outside. Get in the car, otherwise..."
Before she could finish her sentence, her face was cupped, and the man’s lips pressed down, stealing all her breath away.
The faint taste of tobacco lingered under her nose, neither urgent nor forceful, just the simplest kiss.
Mu Jin Huan’s black eyes lightly closed, his rough palm cupping her cheeks, shifting this way and that, until they warmed and heated.
He pulled back slightly, the callused pad of his thumb slowly stroking her cheek, his gaze deeper than ever before.
In a husky voice, "Otherwise what?"
In this silent night, it was especially provocative.
Looking at the man’s handsome face so close to hers, Nan Wan asked, as if entranced, "Otherwise... you’ll get sick."
Mu Jin Huan found this answer very satisfying, so he wanted to know more, asking slowly, "Why didn’t you tell me you were worried? Why didn’t you question me for being angry?"
As he spoke, he found her hand, wrapping it and the car keys in his palm.
If it weren’t for the warmth spreading over her cool skin, Nan Wan might have remained in a mesmerized state.
Her blurry vision cleared, and with her free hand, she placed it on the man’s chest, feeling the pulse of his heartbeat through the chilly shirt fabric.
A soft, shallow smile spread across her face as she whispered, "If I have to say everything, then what’s the point of your heart?"
Mu Jin Huan stared at her sparkling eyes with a smile in them. After a while, he bowed his head, kissing the dimple, "Mm, you’re right."
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By the time Nan Wan drove back to North Shore Villa, the sky was already lightening.
After changing shoes, she said to the person beside her, "Go upstairs and take a hot shower. Be careful not to touch the wound."
Mu Jin Huan had thought the same, but his words were different, "Aren’t you going to help me?"
"I’ll help," Nan Wan said, taking off the coat and meeting his eyes with a smile, "I’ll help you tell a lie."
Seeing her beautiful face, Mu Jin Huan curled his lips and deliberately tousled her long hair, "Then make me a cup of tea too."
Nan Wan found the gesture oddly familiar. Wait, wasn’t this what he did when teasing Barton?
Her smile faded. Before she could take any further steps, the man had already walked past her and up the stairs.
At the same time, Cao Cao Barton, attracted by the scent, hopped over, lifting his front paws, asking to be held.
Looking at Barton, who was deliberately acting cute and playful, Nan Wan felt a little helpless.
