Chapter 8: He lowered his head and gently kissed the corner of her lips

Yan Mo Jiu’s body ached.

Even though he had relieved himself in the bathroom, it was like a drop of rain in the desert.

It couldn’t quench his thirst.

And the closer he got to Meng Ming Xuan, the more obvious the pain became.

Tonight, the delicate little rose was sleeping in his bed.

He was already wide awake, his body sending out signals that the beast within was clamoring to be released.

But… she still wanted him to come over and coax her to sleep, just like when she was a child.

Did she think he was a legendary saint who could resist temptation?

Yan Mo Jiu chuckled self-deprecatingly.

No, she just didn’t understand.

Yin Ting, though he had won her heart, wouldn’t dare to touch her a single finger before marriage.

Yin Ting was like a rat in a sewer, only daring to use her to hurt him, but not daring to confront him directly.

Besides, he had raised her.

He knew her character best.

She would never do anything with Yin Ting before marriage.

And she had been protected so well by him since she was a child, her friends were all people whose character he had thoroughly investigated, pure as a blank sheet of paper.

So…

She didn’t understand the physiological characteristics of men.

“Jiu Ge, I… I was just joking. I’m sorry, I, I’ll go to sleep now.” Meng Ming Xuan, having received no response from Yan Mo Jiu for a long time, thought he was annoyed and quickly apologized cautiously.

She just felt insecure.

But it had nothing to do with her brother.

It was her own fault in her past life, she was blinded by love and fell for Yin Ting’s tricks, so she went from being a little princess to a prisoner.

She was uneasy, but she had to overcome this psychological barrier.

Her brother couldn’t be with her 24 hours a day.

Yan Mo Jiu’s long fingers moved slightly downwards, forcefully squeezing the restless thing, letting pain replace the unspeakable desire.

Then, he got up from the sofa.

“How do you want brother to coax you?”

Yan Mo Jiu sat down on the edge of the bed, looking at the girl’s face, filled with anxiety, under the dim light of the nightlight.

Meng Ming Xuan looked at the handsome face that seemed unreal, the uneasiness in her heart was slowly soothed by a pair of gentle hands.

“Tell me a story.”

She wanted to fall asleep listening to his voice.

When she first arrived at the Yan family, he would tell her many fairy tales.

But when she grew up, she learned that he had changed the endings of the fairy tales he told her.

He had taught her to distinguish between fairy tales and reality with his heart.

But she was still fooled by Yin Ting.

She really felt sorry for his efforts.

A hint of pain from being hurt appeared in Meng Ming Xuan’s eyes.

It was accompanied by a sense of self-blame.

Yan Mo Jiu saw her no longer innocent eyes clearly, and in his heart was a boundless murderous intent towards Yin Ting!

The little rose he had carefully cultivated had withered because of Yin Ting.

But, it was okay.

As long as she still trusted him, he would nurture her back to her original state.

Yan Mo Jiu reached out and pulled her blanket up, covering her delicate collarbone that was exposed.

“Okay.”

Meng Ming Xuan stared at him for a while, secretly happy.

It was good.

As long as she turned back, Jiu Ge would continue to spoil her without holding a grudge.

“Once upon a time, there was a little butterfly in a mountain stream, she had beautiful, colorful wings and lived a carefree life…”

Yan Mo Jiu told the story of a little butterfly in a mountain stream who wanted to fly out of the stream and see the wonderful world outside.

Meng Ming Xuan closed her eyes and listened to his…

His low, magnetic voice lulled her to sleep soon after.

In her dream, she became the little butterfly from the mountain stream.

She flew out of the stream.

The world outside was indeed different from the stream.

But she soon encountered a bad guy.

The bad guy used a beautiful net to trap her and put her in a container.

She was almost made into a specimen.

Fortunately, the little brother from the mountain stream came to her rescue, defeated the bad guy, and saved her from the container.

He brought her back to the beautiful mountain stream.

“Brother…”

Meng Ming Xuan’s lips curved into a beautiful smile, her hand unconsciously reached out from under the blanket.

She accurately found the man’s large hand and held it.

Yan Mo Jiu’s thin lips continued to tell the story unhurriedly, but his gaze fell on the slender, delicate hand in his palm.

Her hand was so small.

It felt like if he squeezed a little harder, it would be crushed pitifully.

Yan Mo Jiu moved slightly, his long fingers slipping between the girl’s slender fingers.

Their fingers intertwined.

The warmth of their palms pressed together, if it were in another scenario… it would be so romantic it would be cheesy.

Meng Ming Xuan didn’t wake up, she was obedient, as if no matter what the man did to her, she would comply.

Yan Mo Jiu looked at the girl’s soft sleeping face, his palm gently rubbing against hers.

He let his mind wander, the voice that escaped his thin lips became even more hoarse.

After Meng Ming Xuan’s breathing became completely steady, Yan Mo Jiu couldn’t help but lower his head and gently kiss the corner of her lips.

“Darling…”

…

Meng Ming Xuan slept soundly all night.

She hadn’t slept so soundly in a long time.

But the first thing she saw when she woke up was the man sitting by her bed, resting his chin on his hand and dozing off.

She opened her eyes wide!

Jiu Ge… had he been sitting like that the whole time?

No, before, after he coaxed her to sleep, he would tuck her in and leave.

Why last night…

Meng Ming Xuan suddenly felt her right hand a little stiff, as if it had been in one position for a long time, which is why it was uncomfortable.

She moved her right hand, and the man immediately opened his eyes.

“Awake?” Yan Mo Jiu raised his left hand and looked at the time on his wristwatch, “It’s nine o’clock, what do you want for breakfast? I’ll have the servants prepare it.”

“I’m sorry, Jiu Ge, I didn’t know I would grab your hand when I fell asleep…”

Meng Ming Xuan now understood why her right hand was so uncomfortable and stiff.

Because her right hand had been outside the blanket, holding her Jiu Ge’s hand!

No wonder he had been sitting there, resting his chin on his hand and dozing off after coaxing her to sleep.

She had been holding him so tightly, how could he have left?

Meng Ming Xuan felt truly ashamed.

She quickly retracted her hand.

Yan Mo Jiu’s palm was empty, and his mood was not good.

She was cuter when she was asleep.

He got up and straightened his shirt slightly.

“I’ll go downstairs first, you go back to your room to wash up.”

Yan Mo Jiu’s sudden coldness made Meng Ming Xuan anxious.

She sat up and grabbed Yan Mo Jiu’s sleeve, “Jiu Ge!”

The blanket slipped down to her waist.

He was standing, she was sitting.

The man’s condescending gaze easily saw the cleavage and whiteness.

Yan Mo Jiu froze, struggling to look away.

“Speak.”

He regretted not changing her into a higher-necked nightgown last night.

But she had an injured wrist, and he couldn’t bathe and change her clothes.

Have the servants do it?

No.

He couldn’t accept it, even if it was a woman touching her body.

Meng Ming Xuan moved her red lips, wanting to apologize, but she swallowed the words back down.

Because she suddenly remembered that Jiu Ge had always disliked her saying “thank you” or “sorry.”

Fine, she would compensate Jiu Ge in other ways.

“I want to eat the fried eggs Jiu Ge makes.”

Meng Ming Xuan decided to skip the matter of Yan Mo Jiu sitting by her bed for half the night and directly answer his previous question about breakfast.

She hadn’t had it in a long time.

She wanted to eat it.