Gu Moqian pulled her into his embrace once again, his slender fingers slipping under the hem of her nightgown. His slightly labored breathing sounded low and husky: "What should I do? No matter what, I can’t get enough of you..."
In the morning light, beneath the pristine white quilt, bodies intertwined, an endless spring scene unfolded.
Afterwards, Ji Wei lay weakened and soft against Gu Moqian’s chest, her tone carrying a trace of grievance as she spoke: "Mr. Gu, at this rate of indulgence, are you trying to drain me dry?"
She had intended to get up early, but that plan was entirely ruined by the fervent battle with Gu Moqian, complete with several different positions—ones that were utterly unspeakable. Now her entire body was limp and sore, she couldn’t even get up.
"How could I ever bear to drain you dry?"
Gu Moqian tilted her chin upward, and the woeful expression on her face drew a faint smile across his lips. "Should I make some bird’s nest soup for you to nourish your body, hmm?"
This wasn’t about nourishment! It was simply that she couldn’t handle it, absolutely couldn’t.
Ji Wei was just about to retort when she suddenly felt a rush of warmth flow beneath her. That familiar sensation was...
Her, period, had, arrived.
It was practically a divine intervention!
Ji Wei abruptly sat up from Gu Moqian’s embrace, her face lighting up with excitement as she spoke: "Well, sorry about this, Mr. Gu. For the next six days, you’ll have to endure and hold back."
Gu Moqian looked at her in puzzlement, clearly not understanding the implication of her words.
Ji Wei got out of bed barefoot with a spring in her step, walked over to the nightstand, opened a drawer, and pulled out a pack of sanitary products. Triumphantly, she waved it at the man.
Watching the little woman’s smug display, Gu Moqian couldn’t help but let out a light laugh.
Just how much did she resist intimacy with him?
The next moment, the man suddenly stretched out his long legs and stepped down from the bed, walking barefoot toward her.
Ji Wei stared at him dazedly, uncertain of what he intended to do.
Suddenly, her entire body left the ground—Gu Moqian had swept her up into his arms.
"Mo Qian, I have my period! Don’t do anything rash!" Ji Wei’s face turned a shade paler with fright.
Gu Moqian looked down at the panicked little woman in his arms and casually stated, "We’ll take a bath together."
At this moment, Ji Wei’s earlier smug expression had vanished without a trace, replaced by sheer timidity as she gazed at the man’s profile: "N-no, that’s not a good idea..."
Bathing together? That was far too humiliating.
"Is there any part of your body I haven’t touched already? What’s there to be shy about?"
Gu Moqian’s words left Ji Wei completely speechless.
Carrying her, he strode toward the bathroom.
Given Ji Wei’s condition, only a shower would suffice.
Gu Moqian turned on the showerhead, thoughtfully adjusting the water temperature for her. Once the water was just right, he turned back to find Ji Wei still standing there with a deeply flushed face.
The little woman clutched the hem of her nightgown, looking utterly at a loss.
Gu Moqian felt his heart soften. Walking over, he reached out and gently stroked her silky hair, his voice tender: "Why aren’t you undressing yet?"
"You... You’re still here, how can I undress..."
Ji Wei’s cheeks burned as she cast her gaze down, unable to meet his eyes.
"I’ll help you take it off."
A low, melodic laugh sounded beside her ear, and before Ji Wei could react, Gu Moqian had already pulled free the belt tied around her waist.
The nightgown was made of real silk, a simple design secured by a belt at the waist.
But now, its only restraint had been undone, causing the gown’s front to naturally fall open.
A soft expanse of snow-white skin was suddenly exposed before his eyes.
Feeling the man’s piercing gaze on her, Ji Wei instinctively raised her hand to cover her chest.