After a long silence, Jun Hao spoke first: “Baby, you’re sick.” He strode closer, removing the suit jacket on her and putting his own on her. His long fingers gently traced her lips, then her forehead, finally holding her hands, with a voice soft as water: “I don’t want Pei Xuan Yan to touch these places again.” His right index finger lifted her chin, ignoring An Can’s wide eyes, again domineering: “In this lifetime, you won’t escape me. You are mine.”
“You just want to play with me, right? Want me to beg like a dog? Then I’ll beg you, please let me go. Or if you want me to sleep with you, I’m ready now if that’s what you like.” An Can’s hands trembled as she unbuttoned her clothes, trying to stay calm, not understanding why she lost all her carefully constructed strength whenever she encountered this man.
Jun Hao, I’m telling you, I’m not afraid of you… I’m not afraid of you…” An Ke threw off his hand, waving her arms wildly. In an instant, she calmed down: “Brother Xuan, you go first, I’ll come find you later.”
Jun Hao tucked her two hands into the quilt, his eyes emitting a sharp light: “An Ke, even in nightmares, I will be the only one in your dreams.” He lay down beside her, fully clothed.
Perhaps because her body was too cold, An Ke moved closer to the heat source, burying her head on Jun Hao’s chest and falling asleep peacefully. Jun Hao held her in his arms, gently patting her back: “An Ke, not just in this life, but in the next life, you will still be mine. From the first moment I saw you, I never intended to let you go.” He wanted to warm her body, but more importantly, he wanted to warm her heart. He now knew that he had unknowingly hurt her deeply, but he would absolutely never let her go.
This night was somewhat warm for Jun Hao. An Ke occasionally mumbled in her sleep, cursing him, but he was still grateful that he was the only one in her dreams. Her delicate features were clearly etched in his mind. She was not the type to be unforgettable at first glance, but definitely a sight that was pleasing to the eye. He had seen many beautiful women, with countless throwing themselves at him, but he was never moved by those women. Except for a woman named Leng Xiang, with whom he had a lover’s relationship, though he did not love her. He traced his hand along her back to her waist, finally resting on her flat stomach, as if he could feel the small life being nurtured inside. He watched her, feeling her body temperature return to normal. Resting his chin on her head, the corners of his mouth curved into a perfect arc. At this moment, his life contained only her and their child.
