The servant swiftly moved the sofa, large enough to fully accommodate the young master, to the bedside and nudged it close, making it resemble an enlarged bed.
After placing it down, the servant, with keen awareness, exited and closed the door.
Jian You pointed at the sofa, her face displaying clear anger, "Xuan Mohan, what are you doing?"
Xuan Mohan, however, had no intention of explaining. He approached Jian You with the hairdryer, "A girl's hair should be dried after washing before sleeping, otherwise, she'll get a headache..."
Jian You dodged him, crossing her arms and standing aside with a cold expression, "Mr. Xuan, it would be best if you left. Although this is the Xuan family, in this small room, I believe I still have my freedom. If you cannot even abide by this, then there's no need for me..."
"I can't sleep..."
Xuan Mohan's face showed a hint of accusation mixed with an inexplicable pity. He looked at Jian You and continued,
"Ever since she left, I've suffered from insomnia every night. During the day, I can only manage a brief nap before waking abruptly. It's uncertain when I might suddenly pass away... I thought I would continue like this forever. Later, I discovered that being by your side makes things much better. So... can you take me in?"
This... was he, a grown man, acting spoiled towards her?
Jian You wanted to deny it, but seeing Xuan Mohan's pitiable and innocent gaze, no matter how much she wanted to defend him, it was useless. Baroque often wore that same expression...
"Besides, we're not sleeping in the same bed. I'll sleep on the sofa, and you'll sleep on the bed. We won't interfere with each other, okay?"
No! Jian You resolutely defended her territory. Just as she was about to drive Xuan Mohan out, she saw him...
"What's wrong?"
As soon as Jian You asked, Xuan Mohan collapsed onto her. He used Jian You's body to support himself, looked up at her, and said weakly, "Help me to the sofa."
Jian You felt he was faking it, but his expression seemed to indicate genuine pain. She had no choice but to help him over, her concern unnoticed even by herself.
"You sit down and rest..."
Before Jian You could finish, Xuan Mohan suddenly fell onto the sofa. The strong force of his fall pulled her down with him, and she landed right on top of him.
Jian You pushed herself up with her hands on the sofa, intending to get up, but was pulled into Xuan Mohan's embrace. "Don't move, my head is a little dizzy..."
Jian You resigned herself to lying on his broad chest. Even through the not-so-thin pajamas, she could feel the strong muscles hidden beneath his clothes, instantly blushing.
She had never been this close to any man before. Apart from the initial act of revenge, she had always maintained a distance from men.
Today, he not only held her but also held her hand, and even fed her. This made her very uncomfortable.
If he were to engage in a battle of wits with her, she could still spar a few rounds. But with him acting like this, she felt completely out of sorts. Yet, not long after, she realized the man above her was breathing evenly, seemingly asleep.
Could she really allow him to relax here and have a good night's sleep?
Jian You removed his large hand from her waist and gently stood up. She watched Xuan Mohan for a moment before taking another quilt from the cabinet and covering herself.
Before she could get up, she heard a soft murmur by her ear, as if in a dream, "Dry my hair..."
Jian You found it amusing. He was still thinking about his hair even in his sleep? He must have been lying to her.
However, she still picked up the hairdryer and started drying it. In the past, she wouldn't have paid attention to such things. But now... the weather was cold, and it was indeed appropriate to dry her hair before sleeping.
The airflow was strong, and soon Jian You's hair was dry. At this point, she was also feeling quite sleepy. She burrowed into the quilt, facing inwards.
Xuan Mohan was indeed handsome, more so than anyone she had ever met. Most importantly, he wasn't just a pretty face; he was a top-tier man exuding charm from every pore.
He was sleeping soundly at the moment, his face peaceful, even with a slight upturn of his lips, indicating a sweet dream.
As she watched him, Jian You's eyelids grew heavy, and she too drifted off to sleep.
In her dream, someone covered her with a quilt, then gently kissed her forehead and whispered goodnight. A warm body then pressed against her back, enveloping her. But she was too sleepy to open her eyes and could only sink into her slumber...
At dawn, as the sky began to lighten, the man in bed woke up naturally. The moment he opened his eyes, there was no trace of post-sleep sluggishness. He then lowered his head.
The woman was embracing him, her face resting on his chest, sleeping soundly with no signs of waking. He kissed her rosy, glowing cheek and then left.
So, when Jian You woke up, Xuan Mohan was still sleeping on the sofa.
Looking at the sunlight filtering in through the window, she was somewhat dazed. She had actually let Xuan Mohan move in. The moment she heard Xuan Mohan say he suffered from insomnia and might die suddenly, her heart had begun to race.
However... how could he sleep so soundly? Was he making up for all the sleep he had lost?
She shifted to the edge of the bed and glanced at the man beside her. How much love was required to reach the point of insomnia?
Xuan Mohan was more heartless than she had imagined, and... also more devoted than she had imagined.
Just like when she first arrived, he couldn't stand her, or like that woman whose whereabouts were unknown, yet she held the key to this man's heart.
As Jian You was lost in thought, her body suddenly spun, and she found herself falling onto the sofa below, pinned down by the man. Then, his thin lips descended...
Why did this man kiss her without a word?
"Xuan... Mohan... what are you doing? Get up quickly."
Xuan Mohan paid no attention to her. He had been unable to resist her gaze for a long time now. Enduring until now was his limit. Letting go of her was impossible.
He lingered on Jian You's full lips, kissing her passionately, again and again, pausing many times to let her catch her breath, yet she still didn't know how to breathe properly.
"Why are you still so silly? You don't even know how to breathe? Then I'll have to teach you properly..."
Thus, Jian You, in Xuan Mohan's control, helplessly remained soft and unable to get up.
"Xuan Mohan! The children are going to school, aren't you going to see them off?!"
Jian You finally found an opening and quickly said.
"Someone will naturally send them. As for me... I only want you."
Xuan Mohan's deep gaze lingered on her for a moment, then he slowly lowered his head again...
The two seemed to forget time, forget the place, forget everything, until the sun shone its brilliant rays...