Mo Qian responded indifferently. Seeing her hair still dripping wet, he frowned slightly and tugged her back toward the bathroom.
Mo Qian brought over a chair and pressed her into it.
Ji Wei looked at him in surprise as he turned away and returned soon after, holding a hairdryer, standing behind her.
Turns out, he was going to help her dry her hair.
Ji Wei pursed her lips, a sweet smile creeping onto her face.
She sat obediently, letting his long fingers thread through her hair, feeling both comfortable and at ease.
In front of them was a mirror, fogged up from the steam of their earlier shower.
In the hazy reflection, their faint silhouettes were like a watercolor painting. Even though their features were blurred, the image of the two of them together was strikingly harmonious.
A ripple spread in her heart, and the soft smile on Ji Wei’s lips deepened.
Noticing that she seemed lost in thought, Mo Qian tilted his head slightly and asked, "What are you looking at?"
Ji Wei turned her head abruptly, her beautiful big eyes meeting his dark, ink-like gaze: "Mo Qian..."
She called out softly.
His deep, magnetic voice was as captivating as a cello, and he casually turned off the hairdryer in his hand.
"Tonight on the cable car, if it weren’t for you, I might have..."
Ji Wei’s words trailed off as Mo Qian’s slender fingers suddenly lifted her elegantly curved chin, his dark eyes locking onto hers for a few seconds of silence.
Then, his thin lips pressed gently against hers.
Mo Qian kissed her tenderly, bit by bit, and Ji Wei instinctively reached out to wrap her arms around his waist.
Their emotions surged, the kiss growing more passionate until, reluctantly, they separated just a little.
Ji Wei gasped for breath, her cheeks flushed crimson, her eyes shimmering with a haze of emotion.
Having faced life and death with Mo Qian, her longing for him had intensified more than ever before.
She wanted to give herself completely to this man tonight...
"Mo Qian, carry me to the bed, will you?"
Ji Wei, blushing, bit her bright red lips as she spoke.
Her voice carried a hint of playful coquettishness, her suggestive words causing Mo Qian to freeze momentarily.
But it lasted only a moment before he smiled faintly, scooping her up into his arms and walking out of the bathroom.
Mo Qian gently placed Ji Wei onto the bed.
Lying on the soft mattress, a certain yearning within Ji Wei grew stronger and stronger.
As Mo Qian moved to pull his hand away, Ji Wei suddenly stretched out her arms and wrapped them tightly around his neck.
The man’s head lowered; his perfectly handsome face was mere inches from hers, and a trace of surprise flickered in his ink-black eyes.
"Mo Qian, Mo Qian... I... I want..."
Soft murmurs escaped her crimson lips, and her moist, glimmering eyes gazed deeply into his, as if making a silent invitation.
Mo Qian looked down at the petite woman beneath him, his gaze growing darker, his breath growing just a touch uneven.
Ji Wei boldly reached out her hands, undoing the buttons of his shirt one by one.
It was her first time taking the initiative to undress a man, her movements both urgent and flustered.
Soon, Mo Qian’s fit, well-toned chest came into view, and Ji Wei’s heart raced. Her trembling hands couldn’t stop shaking.
Awkwardly, she leaned forward and placed a kiss on the perfect contours of his chest.
The heat of his skin startling her instantly, she froze.
Ji Wei’s eyes widened, and she quickly reached out to touch his forehead.
The unusually high temperature showed no signs of subsiding, and Ji Wei instantly cast all her prior thoughts aside.
She could no longer stay calm and abruptly sat up from the bed: "Mo Qian, wait here, I’ll go find some fever medicine right away!"
Ji Wei hurriedly slipped on her sandals and dashed out of the room in a panic.