Chapter 45: Caught in Your Trap

Qiao Lan lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep.

She had never shared a room with a man before, and she tried to ignore his presence.

But the more she tried to ignore him, the more her senses amplified his presence.

His breath was close at hand, with a faint scent of mint.

Her body was tired, but her mind was racing.

Qiao Lan tossed and turned in bed.

“Can’t sleep?”

Mo Qian’s deep, magnetic voice suddenly rang out, Qiao Lan’s heart skipped a beat, her body stiff, not knowing what to do.

A heavy silence hung in the air.

Qiao Lan swallowed, looking for an excuse: “I’m a bit of a light sleeper.”

“Do you want me to keep you company? You’ll fall asleep when you’re tired.”

Qiao Lan didn’t know what to talk to the man about, but she wasn’t sleepy at all, and she was a little agitated. Maybe chatting would ease the tension?

Thinking this, Qiao Lan propped herself up with a pillow, looking at the man on the floor.

He was lying on the floor, with his hands behind his head, one leg half-bent, his sleeping posture calm and elegant.

Qiao Lan rolled her eyes, unable to help but complain that this man even carried baggage when he slept.

Mo Qian suddenly sat up: “Are you talking bad about me?”

Qiao Lan’s face showed a fleeting panic, then she remembered that the room was dark, how could he see the expression on her face?

Qiao Lan refused to admit it: “Which ear did you hear that with?”

“The ear of my heart.”

Qiao Lan retorted: “You’re splitting hairs.”

Mo Qian walked through the darkness, looking at the little woman’s sly and lively face, he smiled: “That’s more in line with your age.”

She was only in her twenties, yet she acted like she was in her thirties.

The smile on Qiao Lan’s face faded: “Girls who can stay innocent are the ones who are loved and protected.”

No one loved her, she could only love herself.

And only by becoming strong would she not be bullied.

“What if I’m willing to be the one who loves and protects you?”

The man’s handsome face was serious for the first time.

Qiao Lan smiled, still unwilling to entrust her feelings to a stranger.

She yawned: “I’m tired, we’ll talk about it tomorrow.”

Qiao Lan said and lay down.

Mo Qian looked helplessly at the lump on the bed.

Qiao Lan felt the man’s burning gaze, she closed her eyes tightly.

She didn’t know if it was too numb or too nervous, she fell asleep unconsciously.

It was raining outside, a light drizzle, Qiao Lan had a nightmare.

She dreamed of a rainy night more than twenty years ago.

It was a similar heavy downpour, she and her parents were driving, they were happily planning their weekend trip.

A blinding light struck, a terrible, piercing collision sound, she was protected by her mother.

Her mother’s delicate and beautiful face was crushed beyond recognition, her body was covered in her blood.

She lost her parents overnight and became an unwanted orphan.

All her suffering was caused by that rainy night.

A thunderous roar.

“Ah!!”

Qiao Lan screamed and woke up from her dream, she hugged her knees, staring blankly at the blanket beneath her, unable to escape the dream for a long time.

Mo Qian sat beside her, looking at her worriedly: “Had a nightmare?”

Qiao Lan’s hair was wet with sweat, she was immersed in sadness and couldn’t get out, her ears were completely blocked from the outside world.

Crystal clear tears slid down her cheeks, splashing a tear on the white blanket.

Mo Qian reached out and pulled her into his arms, softly comforting her: “Don’t cry, dreams are fake.”

Qiao Lan was cold, she tried to absorb the warmth from the man, she choked back sobs and said: “It’s not fake.”

She had a long scar on her waist.

The scar constantly reminded her of the tragedy that happened that rainy night.

No one knew how devastated she was when she went to the police station to collect her parents’ ashes as a little girl.

Mo Qian: “No matter if it’s fake or not, it’s all over.”

The incident had passed so many years, but the hurdle in Qiao Lan’s heart couldn’t be overcome, nor could she forget.

She could usually numb herself with studying and work, but every rainy night, the sadness of losing her parents and the fear of the car accident would spread wildly, and she couldn’t control it.

Boom…

Another thunderclap, Qiao Lan’s white, slender hand instinctively grabbed the man’s chest, her shoulders twitched, and she burrowed deeper into his embrace.

Mo Qian held Qiao Lan tightly, his deep, magnetic voice softly comforting her: “I’m here.”

Perhaps his embrace was too warm, making Qiao Lan temporarily forget her sadness, she slowly closed her tired eyes.

Mo Qian listened to the even breathing in his arms, gently placing Qiao Lan on the bed.

He just had the action of withdrawing his hand, his wrist was suddenly tightened.

The woman’s icy, slender hand rested on his wrist.

Those crystal clear, beautiful eyes looked at him with longing in the darkness: “Can you not leave yet?”

The rain outside showed no sign of stopping, accompanied by lightning and thunder.

As soon as she closed her eyes, the scene of that night, collapsing and tragic, would appear in her mind.

When Mo Qian was by her side, her emotions could be calmed down a little.

Mo Qian asked: “Do you mind if I lie down beside you?”

Qiao Lan hesitated for a moment, shook her head: “You can lie down, but keep your distance from me.”

“Okay.”

Mo Qian lay down.

Qiao Lan could feel the bed sinking on one side, and the man’s fresh scent of mint became stronger, dispelling the fear and anxiety in her heart.

Mo Qian didn’t pull away his wrist, Qiao Lan didn’t let go either, holding his hand, she slowly closed her eyes.

His hand was warm, the temperature went straight from her palm to her heart, dispelling the coldness.

Qiao Lan fell asleep, her brows were still furrowed, even in her sleep she was restless.

Mo Qian reached out and smoothed the wrinkles between her brows.

A thunderous roar, Qiao Lan burrowed into the man’s arms in fear.

Mo Qian hugged her and comforted her.

He lowered his black eyes, although Qiao Lan was restless, she didn’t wake up.

Mo Qian smiled: “Lanlan, you were the one who actively burrowed into my arms, not me who didn’t keep my distance.”

A soft, fragrant jade threw itself into his arms, how could he refuse?

Mo Qian hugged Qiao Lan and lay down, Qiao Lan seemed to feel uncomfortable, like a cat, she burrowed deeper into the man’s embrace, finding a comfortable position to continue sleeping.

Qiao Lan slept soundly, but Mo Qian couldn’t sleep.

Her unconscious rubbing touched his most sensitive area.

The two of them were pressed tightly together, he could clearly feel the woman’s unique softness.

His mind couldn’t help but recall the scene he saw when he picked up the food.

Qiao Lan’s fair skin glowed with a healthy pink under the steam, every part of her skin was perfectly proportioned, like a perfect work of art created by God with all his heart.

The man’s breathing was a little disordered, the hot blood in his whole body gathered in one place, burning with desire.

He desperately needed to take a cold shower to cool down.

However, as soon as he moved, Qiao Lan would tense up in unease.

Mo Qian chuckled: “I’m really caught in your trap.”