Ji Wei hadn’t had time to say a word when Mo Qian swiftly placed the pill in his mouth and leaned toward her.
The next second, Ji Wei felt a soft sensation on her lips—it was Mo Qian’s thin lips pressing against hers.
He domineeringly claimed her red lips, his tongue boldly entering and transferring the pill into her mouth.
The bitterness spread inside her mouth, and Ji Wei instinctively wanted to push him away, but he deepened the kiss, refusing to leave any corner of her mouth untouched.
Ji Wei was forced to swallow the pill.
Her hands clenched slightly at her sides, her whole body pinned down by Mo Qian, the two of them pressed seamlessly together.
Time seemed to stretch endlessly—Ji Wei felt her lips had gone numb from the kiss, her mouth filled entirely with his taste, no trace of bitterness left. Only then did Mo Qian release her.
He extended his long fingers and gently caressed her red lips.
Ji Wei froze, then turned her head away angrily and shyly.
Mo Qian’s gaze was deep and intense as he looked at her. "The medication won’t work immediately. I’ll stay with you—it might ease things a bit." After saying that, he straightened up, began unhurriedly removing his suit jacket, and tossed it to the foot of the bed.
Underneath, he wore a light blue shirt, its collar unbuttoned by two buttons.
Mo Qian’s chest was broad and solid, his body the kind that looks slender in clothes but muscular when revealed. As he moved, his shirt stretched tightly, outlining the contours of his chest muscles.
Ji Wei’s face flushed inexplicably, and she quickly shifted her gaze away.
By the time she reacted, Mo Qian had already reclined against the headboard. He naturally patted the space beside him and said, "Come, lie here."
Still frozen in place, Ji Wei was suddenly pulled into Mo Qian’s embrace.
Caught off guard, she sprawled directly onto him.
The unique scent of Mo Qian wafted into her nose—it was clean, refined, and pleasant.
As Ji Wei thought about getting up, Mo Qian suddenly turned to his side.
She had no choice but to follow his movement, ending up lying flat on her back on the bed.
Ji Wei stared blankly with wide eyes, helplessly gazing at the refined and handsome man next to her pillow.
The next second, a warm sensation spread over her lower abdomen. Mo Qian’s brows softened, his tone gentle: "Does this feel less painful?"
The faint warmth from his palm seeped through, and the ache in her belly did seem to ease.
Ji Wei looked up at him, completely enveloped by his tenderness and care, gradually forgetting about the pain in her stomach.
Feeling cherished—especially by a man like Mo Qian, who treated her as if she were precious—Ji Wei’s chest filled to bursting.
Seeing Ji Wei staring blankly at him, her eyes glistening with a watery sheen, Mo Qian said softly, "Close your eyes and sleep—I’ll be right here."
Ji Wei felt a faint mist cloud her vision.
She nodded silently, then reached out to place her hand on her lower abdomen, resting over the back of Mo Qian’s hand.
Perhaps she really was tired, and the sense of security Mo Qian provided was utterly reassuring. Gradually, she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.
Mo Qian turned to his side, propping his head with one hand, quietly watching her sleeping face without blinking.
His expression was full of tenderness, looking at her as if guarding the most cherished treasure in his life.
At the bedroom door, Old Madam Ji, supported by A Xiu as she made her way upstairs, glanced through the crack in the door at the scene inside. Unable to contain her glee, she covered her mouth to stifle her laughter.