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MO Xiuchen did not give her the bag, his gaze heavy as he looked at her. There was an intimidating sternness in the tone of his questioning.
A hint of surprise flashed in Wen Ran’s eyes. Understanding that he cared for her, a warmth surged in her heart. She smiled and cheerfully said, “I used warm water, not cold water.”
Whether it was her explanation or her bright smile, MO Xiuchen finally eased his stern expression, no longer pretending to be unapproachable.
After gazing at her for a moment, he finally handed her the bag. His voice, although not gentle, was clear and soothing, “Go change.”
Wen Ran took the bag from his hands, said a cheerful “thank you,” and headed to the washroom with her things.
In the washroom, Wen Ran opened the bag and was momentarily stunned to see the sanitary pads were her usual brand. She quickly dismissed the thought, assuming it a coincidence. It was impossible he knew her preference.
When she came out of the washroom, MO Xiuchen, who was sitting on the sofa, stood up. His gaze glanced over her as he softly asked, “You’re not having any stomachache, right?”
Wen Ran shook her head. Discussing such a thing with a man seemed awkward to her. She replied, slightly embarrassed, “It didn’t hurt this time.”
“Did it hurt before?”
MO Xiuchen’s brows furrowed as he stared intently at her.
Wen Ran thought for a moment and replied, “Not every time… and it doesn’t hurt that bad.”
“Well, that’s good. Now go to sleep,” he said.
With that, he strode elegantly to her side. His tall figure took on an intimidating proportion, casting a shadow over her and blocking the light above her head.
His masculine fragrance enveloped her, seeping into her nostrils with her every breath, infiltrating her lungs, and permeating her blood.
The mere thought of sleeping sent an uncontrollable shudder of nervousness through Wen Ran.
She glanced at the large bed, intending to find an excuse to retreat to the guest room, but MO Xiuchen saw right through her. Before she could speak, he said, “I don’t have to carry you to bed, do I?”
Wen Ran’s intended words got stuck in her throat.
Seeing that he wasn’t joking, she remembered the night he had forcefully moved her to the center of the bed.
If she refused to go to bed, he would undoubtedly put his words into action.
To avoid being carried to bed, she decided to take initiative and walk to the bed herself.
From afar, MO Xiuchen ordered quietly, “Turn on the bedside lamp.”
Having seen her turn on the bedside lamp, he turned off the main light behind her before coming over.
Just as Wen Ran was about to pull the covers, she heard his command and moved a little towards the middle of the bed. The man behind her was still unsatisfied and ordered, “Turn around!”
Wen Ran voiced her objection silently in her mind.
However, she didn’t have the courage to voice her complaint aloud. She turned around slowly and stiffly. The man beside her slid down, reached out with his long arm, and drew her into his embrace.
Before she could struggle, his other arm stretched across her stomach and rested on her waist, pulling her completely into his embrace.
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Wen Ran called out tremblingly, utterly flustered by his embrace.
“I’ll give you a week to get used to it. Now, sleep! ”
MO Xiuchen declared his terms in a domineering tone, then closed his eyes and ignored her.
Wen Ran lay stiffly in his arms, her flushed face buried in extreme embarrassment.
She buried her face shyly in his chest. The powerful and steady heartbeat in her ears contrasted markedly with her own racing pulse, driving away all her sleepiness..