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"Why is your forehead covered in sweat?" Gu Moqian raised his hand to wipe away her sweat, his face showing faint confusion as he looked at her.
The man’s movements were incredibly gentle. Ji Wei’s heart softened, and suddenly she stretched out her arms to hug his neck tightly: "I’m so glad you’re okay. I dreamed that you were covered in blood, and even got shot in the head... I was so scared you were actually going to die, Moqian. I won’t let anyone hurt you; I must protect you properly!"
After the horrifying scene in her dream, Ji Wei hugged the man tightly as though he was a treasure, reluctant to let go.
Gu Moqian’s heart softened and swelled as he listened to the woman’s resolute words. He held her slender waist and gently patted her back to comfort her: "Don’t worry, there aren’t many people in this world who can harm your husband. As long as you stay by my side, that’s all I need."
Seeing the woman still clinging to him without letting go, Gu Moqian let out a contented sigh, reaching over to pull the blanket up and cover her: "The temperature drops at night, be careful not to catch a cold."
Ji Wei finally loosened her grasp a little, her reddened eyes quietly gazing at him, as if once again confirming that the man was safe and unharmed.
"Why are you staring at me like that? Are you starting to swoon over me again—"
Before Gu Moqian could finish his teasing words, Ji Wei abruptly leaned in and kissed his thin lips.
The two embraced and kissed with such abandon that even their breaths intertwined. In the still night, only the sound of their panting and heartbeats could be heard.
After a while, Gu Moqian suddenly restrained himself and pushed Ji Wei away slightly: "Get some sleep. It’s still a long way from dawn."
Ji Wei’s cheeks flushed crimson, her watery eyes staring blankly at him. She didn’t understand—why had he stopped when their kiss was getting so heated?
Without further words, Gu Moqian lay down and turned off the bedside lamp.
Ji Wei had no choice but to lie down as well. She nestled her head close to his chest, her small hand reaching toward the man’s waist, gently wrapping around him to avoid touching his wounds: "Moqian, you’re sleepy, aren’t you?"
Gu Moqian lay still without moving.
Somewhere below had already grown increasingly hard and proud, and if not for the gunshot wound on his abdomen, he would have pinned the woman down and devoured her. He could scarcely endure her repeated teasing.
His voice, low and raspy with restraint, responded: "Mm."
The little woman still seemed unaware as she rested her head directly on the man’s chest, listening to the strong beat of his heart. In a soft, lingering voice, she said: "Moqian, everything that happened in the past few days felt like a movie—thrilling and dangerous, stretching out so long it felt like an eternity. If I could choose, I’d rather never go through anything again..."
Tonight was their first night back in the country, so Ji Wei couldn’t help but feel sentimental.
Nami’s kidnapping, A Cheng’s death, Ji Chuyang’s madness, Yamamoto Yu’s cruel cunning, and all the injuries everyone suffered—everything was brutal and real. She had never known that such a dark side of the world existed.
Tokyo had once been the place she most longed to visit. Although she didn’t get to see the snowy peaks of Mount Fuji this time, she truly never wanted to visit again.
"No, I won’t let you fall into such danger again." Gu Moqian’s warm, low voice sounded above her head.
Ji Wei nodded slightly.
Yes, the world is full of dangers, but with Gu Moqian by her side, she felt as though she had taken the biggest dose of reassurance.
He was gentle, steady, strong—with this man around, she had nothing to fear.