Chapter  7

Yan Mojiu looked at the hot water in the bathtub and exhaled a light breath.
He had overthought it.
His little rose really had just turned on the hot water for him.
She hadn’t even found him any pajamas.
Well…
He had raised this precious little gem, so how could she know how to take care of someone?
Yan Mojiu chuckled softly, raised his long, slender fingers, and undid the buttons of his shirt.
Then, he grasped his belt, loosened it, and began to take off his pants.
Suddenly, Meng Mingxuan walked back into the bathroom.

“Brother Jiu, should I take your clothes into the bathroom or leave them on the bed?”
Her delicate voice reached his ears, and Yan Mojiu almost immediately pulled his pants back up!
He didn’t even dare to turn around.
Because if he did, she would see something unusual.

“Leave them on the bed.”
Yan Mojiu’s hand gripping his pants was turning pale.
The veins on the back of his hand were bulging.

Meng Mingxuan hadn’t expected Yan Mojiu to have already undressed so quickly.
But after a brief pause, she didn’t think it was anything strange—when she had first arrived at the Yan family’s house, she had been scared and would only sleep if she held Brother Jiu, and her swimming instructor when she was 16 was also Brother Jiu.
So, she casually let her gaze sweep over his exposed back.
Brother Jiu really had a great physique; no wonder he was the king of fighters in Lincheng!

“Mingxuan.”
Yan Mojiu endured until sweat started to bead on his forehead.
His long-honed sensitivity made him clearly aware of her gaze falling on his back—she was admiring his body!
He couldn’t help but move his hand lower toward his belt.
If he hadn’t kept his rationality, he thought he would have scared her tonight.

Meng Mingxuan mumbled, “You’re such a tightwad,” before pulling her gaze away.
“Okay, I’ll leave it on the bed for you, Brother Jiu.”
“Mm.”
His voice seemed darker than usual, carrying an inexplicable hoarseness.

Meng Mingxuan thought Brother Jiu’s voice really was pleasant to listen to, but… it did make her feel a little uneasy.
In her past life, she had been afraid of the way his voice would suddenly lower.

While thinking this, she turned and left the bathroom, neatly placing Yan Mojiu’s gray pajamas on the bed.
Sigh, Brother Jiu’s clothes were too plain.
It was either black or gray.
Not even white.
It seemed like she would have to take some time to go to the mall and buy him some good-looking, stylish clothes.

Meng Mingxuan snuggled into the soft sofa and started planning what to do next.
Yan Mojiu’s bath took a long time.
So much so that Meng Mingxuan almost dozed off again.
And Yan Mojiu, who had thought she had gone back to her own room, didn’t expect that after he had relieved himself and finished showering, he wrapped himself in a towel and came out to see Meng Mingxuan curled up on his room’s sofa, barely keeping her eyes open.

He pressed his thin lips together and reached for the clothes she had found for him, putting them on one by one.
But…
She hadn’t found him any underwear.
Was this the rhythm of him being left hanging?

A faint, barely noticeable smile flashed in Yan Mojiu’s dark eyes.
After changing clothes, Yan Mojiu came to the sofa and slowly squatted down.
He reached out and rubbed Meng Mingxuan’s head.

“Mingxuan.”
Meng Mingxuan snapped awake and quickly sat up. “Brother Jiu, you’re done washing.”
“Mm.” Yan Mojiu touched the sleeve of his pajamas and chuckled lightly. “Thank you, Mingxuan, for finding me these pajamas. They’re very comfortable.”
Meng Mingxuan blinked.
Wait…
Wasn’t the housekeeper the one who bought his clothes?

“It’s getting late. You should go back to your room and sleep.” Yan Mojiu’s gaze slightly flicked over her injured wrist.
She was injured and needed to rest properly.

“I…” Meng Mingxuan had already intended to return to her room, but she was on the sofa because she didn’t want to go back.
However, she knew both she and Yan Mojiu were adults now, and she couldn’t sleep with him.
But she really didn’t want to be alone…

“Brother Jiu, I’m a little scared. Can I… sleep here?” Meng Mingxuan bit her lip and asked in a soft voice.
Yan Mojiu’s breath caught in his throat as he looked at her in disbelief.
Did she even know what she was saying?
Meng Mingxuan was taken aback by the look in Yan Mojiu’s eyes and hurriedly explained, “Brother Jiu, I—I just need this sofa… just the sofa.”
As long as she could feel him nearby, she would feel safe.
Otherwise, it felt like a beautiful dream.
Even the car accident felt like a nightmare.
After the nightmare was over and the dream ended, she was still imprisoned in that empty villa, all alone.
Yan Mojiu looked at her anxious and uneasy eyes for a long time before finally believing that she wasn’t joking but was serious.
He raised his finger and gently touched her cheek.
She no longer seemed resistant; in fact, she unconsciously leaned toward his finger.
She rubbed against it lightly.
Just like how she had once clung to him.
This made the beast inside him almost impossible to restrain.
“Brother will sleep on the sofa.”
He stared at her, his voice hoarse, “Mingxuan will sleep on the bed.”
Meng Mingxuan was stunned. “But that’s not—”
“That’s how it will be. Otherwise, go back to your room.”
One sentence from Yan Mojiu made Meng Mingxuan shut her mouth.
She didn’t want to leave where Brother Jiu was.
Anyway, now that she had graduated, she was secretly planning to stay close to Brother Jiu and become his assistant!
Seeing that she no longer objected, Yan Mojiu reached out and gently lifted her from the sofa, walking steadily toward the bed.
“Hold on tight.”
When he stood by the bed, he lowered his gaze at the girl in his arms. “Don’t put too much pressure on your left wrist.”
“Okay.” Meng Mingxuan obediently wrapped her arms tighter around his neck.
Yan Mojiu freed one hand to pull back the gray blanket.
Meng Mingxuan felt her body shift, and she quickly tightened her hold on him.
Yan Mojiu quickly withdrew his hand and steadied her in his arms.
Though he wanted her to hold him a little longer, he couldn’t bear to see her hurt.
She had an injury on her hand.
Yan Mojiu placed Meng Mingxuan on the bed and bent down to look at her for a moment before gently patting her head. “Sleep now.”
“Mm.”
Just as Meng Mingxuan was about to say goodnight, she suddenly remembered something and quickly grabbed the man’s sleeve. “Brother Jiu, don’t turn off the light.”
During those three years of being alone, she had grown more afraid and had developed the habit of sleeping with the light on.
“There’s a small nightlight by the bed.” Yan Mojiu didn’t agree; it wasn’t good to sleep with the lights on.
Meng Mingxuan pouted.
Well, the nightlight was better than nothing.
As long as she could feel Brother Jiu’s presence, she shouldn’t be scared.
With that thought, Meng Mingxuan felt more at ease.
She smiled brightly and said, “Goodnight, Brother Jiu.”
“Goodnight.”
“Baby.”
Yan Mojiu added two words silently in his heart before getting up to turn on the nightlight and turn off the room lights.
He tucked Meng Mingxuan in before walking over to the sofa and lying down.
The bedroom soon fell into quiet.
Meng Mingxuan started feeling uneasy, wanting to sit up and check if Yan Mojiu was still there.
After a while, she couldn’t resist.
“Brother Jiu?”
She called out.
“Aren’t you too old to need someone to lull you to sleep?” She wasn’t asleep yet, so how could Yan Mojiu possibly fall asleep?
“…”
After a brief awkward silence, Meng Mingxuan thickened her skin and said, “If you don’t mind, it wouldn’t be impossible.”
After all, he had said he wasn’t going to work tomorrow, right?
If he had to work, she wouldn’t be so thoughtless as to ask him to help her sleep.