The consequence of Jian You’s response was being relentlessly “devoured” by the big bad wolf until dawn broke, when she finally stirred awake…
Naturally, the first to wake was a very satisfied Wolf Xuan, and quite early too. For someone like him, who rarely needed much sleep, this amount was more than enough.
At this moment, he was propped on his elbow, gazing down at the little woman with her back to him. The scene wasn’t unfamiliar—whether from their time together before or in his later dreams, he had watched her countless times.
And now was no different. He adored this little woman so much that he could never get enough of her—her fair, rosy face, her petite, rounded nose, her full lips…
As he gazed, Xuan Mo Han’s rough hand couldn’t help but reach out to caress her, his touch unbelievably gentle. Finally, his fingers lingered on the lashes of the sleeping figure, those long, curved lashes making her look as delicate and adorable as a porcelain doll.
Xuan Mo Han kept brushing them lightly, one stroke after another, until her lashes fluttered repeatedly, and he stopped.
He’d worn her out yesterday, so today he’d be merciful and let her sleep a bit longer…
Feeling good about his thoughtfulness, Xuan Mo Han figured this level of exertion was nothing for him. In fact, he’d just been wondering if he should wake her to relive last night…
Just the thought made his heart race, but he quickly reined in his desires. If he really woke his little woman, he’d be the one feeling bad for her…
There’d be plenty of time to make up for it later. After all, they had all the time in the world now. Most importantly, he had a legitimate reason to do what he loved—she was already his wife…
It seemed their wedding needed to be put on the agenda. Though he usually didn’t tolerate refusal and acted without considering others’ opinions, she was different. He respected her. Only if she willingly agreed would he proceed with the arrangements. She was his beloved, not some so-called “perfect wife.”
But thinking of this, Xuan Mo Han suddenly recalled something important he hadn’t dealt with—or rather, someone.
Qian Qian had come under the pretense of looking after the child, but she had a superior above her. Now that she was his wife, she naturally shouldn’t face any grievances…
And who in this world was qualified to be his wife’s boss, ordering her around?
Xuan Mo Han’s thinking was simple: that person wasn’t worthy, not even Normannis, who had both power and family influence and was a generation older than him…
He’d send Qian Qian back later and deal with this matter first. For now, he just wanted to be with his Qian Qian, not wasting a single second on irrelevant people.
Meanwhile, the “irrelevant” person in question was losing sleep and appetite, simmering with pent-up frustration…
Xuan Mo Han stayed propped up like that for so long that his arm went numb. Only then did he lie back down, but that meant he couldn’t see his little woman anymore. So, he gently turned her to face him, though regrettably, this disturbed her sleep.
There was no helping it. Even someone as trained as Jian You, with her guard lowered in his familiar presence, would notice the constant little movements and his intense gaze.
Xuan Mo Han looked regretfully at the frowning figure, her lashes trembling, signaling she was about to wake.
Sure enough, the next second, the woman in his arms lifted her eyelids, revealing large, hazy eyes that made his heart itch.
Xuan Mo Han’s eyes gleamed brightly, but to his surprise, the now-awake woman, seeing his expression, promptly turned her head, leaving him staring at the back of her head. wΑp.kanshu伍.net
“…” Alright, it was his fault.
He knew exactly why his Qian Qian reacted this way—he hadn’t been exactly restrained. But what man could stay in control in front of the woman he loved?
“Sorry, did I wake you?” Xuan Mo Han leaned close to Jian You’s ear, obediently apologizing.
“…”
Seeing that his little woman was still upset, her brows furrowed, Xuan Mo Han thoughtfully reached out, gently massaging her waist.
“I’ll definitely control myself next time…”
Jian You, still facing away, pursed her lips. Did he think she had a bad memory? He’d said the same thing last time, and what happened?
Noticing his little girl was ignoring him, Xuan Mo Han started to panic. “I swear I’ll control myself a bit next time, okay?”
To outsiders, the lofty President Xuan might seem trustworthy, always keeping his word. But to her, his promises held zero credibility…
“And what if you don’t control yourself next time?”
At her question, the man behind her fell silent.
Jian You immediately turned around, eyeing him skeptically. “What then?”
What then? Xuan Mo Han paused, then spoke softly, “You can hit me.”
He added calmly, “I won’t fight back.”
Jian You nearly laughed in exasperation. What kind of promise was that? Did he think she was so easily fooled?
So, she boldly declared, “If you do it again, you’re sleeping in the study!” After all, she’d already agreed to marry him, and they were in it for the long haul.
Unexpectedly, Xuan Mo Han nodded immediately. “Fine.”
Jian You instantly grew wary. Wasn’t his reaction a bit off? What was wrong?
As she pondered, the man’s large hand began wandering again.
“Xuan Mo Han!”
He quickly spoke, afraid of upsetting her further. “You’re not feeling well, so I’m massaging to help you relax. Don’t worry, I won’t touch you. Besides, I need to take you back today.”
Sure enough, Jian You’s attention shifted, and she keenly picked up on something. “Take me where? You’re not coming?”
A flicker of complexity passed through Xuan Mo Han’s eyes. He parted his lips lightly. “I have some things to handle. You go back to the old residence first. When I’m back, we’ll prepare for our wedding.”
So he had business to attend to. Jian You could understand that. As the president of a major company, he had plenty on his plate. She was already surprised he’d taken these few days to spend with her.
“It’s fine. You’re busy running a company. If you have things to do, go handle them. I can get back on my own.”
Her understanding didn’t earn his approval. Instead… he stared at his little woman, his gaze tinged with resentment.
What was that look? Had she said something wrong?
“Any problem?”
Xuan Mo Han felt the urge to bite her in frustration—and he did, leaning down to nip at that troublesome mouth. Who needed her to be so reasonable? Not only was she too generous, but they were in the middle of nowhere. How was she supposed to get back without even a cab?