She still hasnât finished her words, when her dry lips have been suddenly blocked up.
The man uses his scorching breath and his unique flavor, to plunder her breathing and infiltrate her lips.
Theyâre sharing meager resources, but heâs unable to pull away for his life!
Jun Muyan, you are destined to be mine!
At the end of the kiss, Muyanâs breathing has become so ragged, and sheâs somewhat unsteady on her feet.
Through gritted teeth, âWhat are you doing?â
Di Ming Jueâs voice is hoarse, âPayment for the painting.â
Muyan: â...â who told you that the painting should be paid this way?
She struggles, only to find that the man holding her wonât relinquish his grip.
Muyan canât help but frown. Her hand pushes the manâs chest to struggle free.
âStop flailing about!â Di Ming Jueâs voice is husky and indecent.
He grabs Muyanâs slender wrist and slowly directs it downwards, and presses it somewhere hard and hot.
At first, Muyan is stunned and she couldnât react.
Then in a flash, her face gets red like itâs burning.
Even if she acts calm, in essence, she practically doesnât understand a word in the affairs between a man and a woman.
Her only past experience is a kind of painful, agonizing, drawn-out ordeal that was like torture.
It makes her simply not want to remember it.
On normal days, she can still be bold, and her mouth could say some words to flirt with Di Ming Jue.
But when itâs really coming to a head, thereâs only panic and helplessness.
So much so, that the painful and unbearable memory rushes up in her mind, making her complexion go white.
Di Ming Jue sighs softly.
He releases her hand and presses her into his arms.
His deep and low voice carries a little bit of an indulging tone, and some helplessness, as it softly says, âMuyan, what am I going to do with you?â
In the end, what should I do so youâd be willing to forget that already-dead man and accept my feelings?
Releasing the person in his arms, Di Ming Jue doesnât stay and linger, as he turns around and leaves quickly.
He canât stay in this room for another moment!
If he waits any longer, heâs afraid that heâll directly have his way with this little woman thatâs gripping his heart.
Only, he wants Muyan.
Muyan as she is, whole and complete.
Be it her body, heart, or name â they should all belong to Di Ming Jue.
In order for this day to come faster, he can endure it! He can wait!
Of course, the price of enduring it is rushing himself straight into cold water for some time.
He then leaves the courtyard to go to the Junji Drugstore.
......
Inside the room, Muyan picks the manâs finished portrait up from the table, her expression is a bit absent-minded.
Eventually, she collects the painting and enters the space.
Wandering around in the space for a long time, Muyan still doesnât know where she should hide this painting.
In the end, she takes out a random book, and places the painting in its pages.
She slams the book close!
What remains unseen is deemed to be clean.
When she lies down on the bed and closes her eyes, Muyan seems to still hear a man murmuring in her ears.
âMuyan, what am I going to do with you?
The night gradually sinks deeper.
At the yard outside the room, on the quiet medicine field, a breeze blows softly.
Suddenly, the soil on a certain spot on the field shakes a bit.
Immediately after, a light blue sprout slowly comes out at a speed visible to the naked eye.
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Not seeing Xiao Bao on the first day, she misses him.
Not seeing Xiao Bao on the second day, she misses him, and misses him.
Not seeing Xiao Bao on the third day, she misses him, misses him, misses him.
Muyan gently stirs the fragrant lily lotus seed porridge with a spoon.
A few days ago, she still had her appetite stimulated with these delicious foods â but now, sheâs completely lost interest.
Even though she knows that itâs a fair price, even though she knows that Di Ming Jue is right-
Still, Muyan could only feel her good mood waning after not being able to see her baby for such a long time.
Her whole heart and mind is filled with that cold and handsome little face of her baby.