In the quiet room, only a wall lamp was lit, and under its orange glow, their shadows overlapped.
After a brief kiss, Mu Jin Huan slightly pulled back, his voice low and hoarse, "Does it taste good?"
The kiss was gentle and didn't go deep, as if the purpose was for her to taste the red wine in his mouth.
His wine was naturally good.
She seemed to understand the deep meaning in his eyes, pursed her lips, and hesitantly spoke, "I... I am a patient, you know."
Even hugging Jiashu made her feel like she could collapse at any moment, yet she was thinking of such things?
Double standards...
Mu Jin Huan wrapped his arm around her waist, lifting her from the sofa and carrying her to the large bed, the process was brief.
Nan Wan's body sank into the soft bedding, and with the weight of the man's body pressing down, came his voice, hoarse to the extreme, "After so many days of recovery, you're not exactly a fragile porcelain doll anymore."
