Gu Moqian knew Ji Wei had feared pain since she was young, and especially this kind of pain.
He refused, still holding her tightly in his arms.
Ji Wei waited for a moment, but seeing him remain completely still, she began to feel a bit guilty.
Gu Moqian was a man full of vigor, and she knew how difficult it must be for him to endure .
Moreover, being held so intimately in this position, Ji Wei’s heart felt as if a little kitten were scratching at it—tingling, itchy, and unbearably restless.
It seemed she wanted something.
Biting her rosy lips, Ji Wei steeled herself with resolve.
The next moment, she suddenly buried her face into his broad, solid chest, rubbing against it, and even pressed her lips to kiss the firm contours of his chest, which remained heated from his lingering fever.
Gu Moqian stiffened abruptly, his gaze burning with a fiery desire. The rationality he had been struggling to maintain was completely ignited by the little woman’s bold initiative.
In an instant, Ji Wei found herself tightly enclosed in Gu Moqian’s embrace. His deep, hoarse voice murmured by her ear, "Bear with it."
The next morning, when Ji Wei opened her eyes, sunlight was already streaming into the room through the window.
She turned her head to look to the side, finding no sign of Gu Moqian. Puzzled, she tried to get out of bed to search for him, but a certain unbearable aching made her suddenly recall the blush-inducing events of last night.
Even though Gu Moqian had been running a high fever, his energy had been astonishing.
He had taken her time and again, until she ultimately couldn’t withstand it and fell into an exhausted sleep.
Ji Wei covered her burning cheeks, flustered for several seconds.
Just as she tried to pull the blanket aside, she suddenly saw Gu Moqian’s tall, lean figure appear at the doorway.
He was dressed in a crisp white shirt, its sleeves neatly rolled up to reveal an elegant watch on his wrist. Black slacks and matching leather shoes completed his polished look as he walked towards her with poised confidence.
Ji Wei froze for a moment and then realized she wasn’t wearing anything. Hastily, she clutched the blanket and pulled it tightly around herself.
Gu Moqian gazed at her shy expression, his eyes lighting up with amusement.
Leaning down, he looked at her flushed face and chuckled softly, "Mrs. Gu, not going to sleep a little longer?"
The phrase "Mrs. Gu" stunned Ji Wei for several seconds.
Seeing her dazed expression, the smile at the corner of Gu Moqian’s lips deepened.
As she snapped back to reality, Ji Wei suddenly remembered the fever Gu Moqian had suffered through the night before.
She couldn’t fret over her embarrassment any longer and anxiously raised her hand to touch his forehead.
The skin she touched didn’t feel abnormally hot anymore.
Still uneasy, Ji Wei reached up and compared it to the skin on her own forehead. The temperature felt similar, and she finally exhaled in relief, saying, "Thank goodness, the fever’s broken."
Gu Moqian’s strong constitution seemed to have overcome the illness with remarkable speed.
Just as Ji Wei finished her thought, she heard Gu Moqian nod seriously and say, "Yes, that’s entirely thanks to Mrs. Gu’s efforts."
Ji Wei waved her hand modestly, "I was quite flustered last night, honestly, I didn’t do much..."
"All that exercise last night made me sweat so much, and that’s what broke the fever. You worked hard, Mrs. Gu." Gu Moqian’s dark eyes locked onto her, and he spoke with such seriousness.
At the mention of last night’s events, Ji Wei’s cheeks instantly grew warm again.
She avoided his gaze in a flustered attempt to calm herself.
Gu Moqian suddenly took her hand, his eyes filled with concern. "Does it still hurt?"
Ji Wei looked at him without responding.
"I promise you, starting next time, it won’t hurt again."