The woman in his arms finally began to mumble hazily, her voice murmuring slowly like a dream: "Mo Qian... I love you, I love you so much..."
Her voice was filled with unabashed love.
Gu Moqian slightly lowered his gaze, his hand gently stroking the woman's sleeping face. In the dim room, his eyes were tinged with a soft, indulgent look.
He let out a quiet breath.
His body's reaction showed no intention of subsiding—looks like tonight would be a long night.
...
The next morning.
Ji Wei woke up naturally, blinking her eyes open to see it was already past nine.
She propped herself up to sit and saw Gu Moqian, dressed in casual homewear, walking out of the bathroom.
"Mo Qian, you have injuries. Are you still planning to go to the company today?" she asked while rubbing her sleepy eyes.
He walked over, cupped her face, and kissed her smooth forehead. "Don't worry, I'm not going. The family doctor will come soon to change the bandages on my wound."
