Maybe, he isn't sick at all.

In contrast to her nervousness, Mo Xiuchen was calm and composed.

Her menstruation had tempered a certain romantic thought of his. Embracing her felt good.

She buried her head in his chest, her breath a delicate fragrance against his heart.

The scent of her hair and her body wafted into his lungs as he breathed, melting away the icy loneliness that had long lingered in his heart. Soft and warm, this feeling gently permeated his heart.

He suddenly understood why during his business trip, he had been constantly preoccupied, why he cut his journey short to return earlier than planned.

His lips curved into a knowing smile. His hold around her waist tightened slightly as he softly said in her ear, "Relax a little. I'm not being to eat you."

"I'm not used to this!"

Wen Ran's voice emanated from within his chest, unnaturally stiff.

"Start getting used to it then. If you can't sleep, you won't have to work tomorrow."