Two seconds later, he lifted the person beneath him and strode towards the bathroom.
If Nan Wan knew what awaited her, she certainly wouldn't have such an immature thought; she'd rather fall sick, truly.
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An hour later.
Mu Jin Huan leaned against the headboard, holding a hairdryer as he dried the woman's damp long hair, his face exhibiting a lazy satisfaction.
Looking at the back of her head, his thin lips curved into a smile.
When her hair was almost dry, he turned off the hairdryer and tossed it aside.
His long arms tightened, pulling her into his embrace, his voice hoarse and sexy in that post-intimate way, "Are you angry?"
Nan Wan glanced at him weakly, "Is this something worth getting mad about?"
The quilt slipped down, revealing skin covered in countless faint and deep marks.
Mu Jin Huan turned off the lights and kissed her forehead gently in the darkness, speaking in a low, deep voice, "Wanwan, let's have a child."
