The more Wen Ran tried to consider Mo Xiuchen's feelings, the more lost she became for words. Finally, before she could stutter out an explanation, Mo Xiuchen interrupted her incoherent babble with a command, "Starting tonight, you will move to the master bedroom to sleep."
"Ah?"
Wen Ran's eyes shot open in shock, as if she were hallucinating.
Ever since Mo Xiuchen returned, her heart had been on a roller coaster. She was so tense that her wits seemed to desert her, and she even foolishly asked, "Then where will you sleep?"
A strange glint flashed in Mo Xiuchen's eyes as he released her hand and stepped back one pace, as if giving her a moment to think clearly. In a calm tone he said, "We will sleep together."
Sleep together?
Wen Ran's grip on the sleepwear in her hand loosened, and the candy lingerie she was holding slipped and fell. Luckily, Mo Xiuchen's quick reflexes caught it before it hit the floor.
Seeing his large hand clutching her clothes, her face instantly burned with heat.
"Put these clothes away—they'll be useful someday," he said.
Observing the tension and awkwardness on her face, Mo Xiuchen felt a strange sense of pleasure. Marrying her seemed to be a good decision; at least she didn't repel him.
His deep voice, as it reached Wen Ran's ears, carried an inexplicable air of intimacy, and the sound of his heartbeats pounding in her ears left her dizzy.
"Change out of this outfit and move into the room next door," he ordered.
Without giving her any chance to refuse, Mo Xiuchen tucked the lingerie into her arms and strode out of the room.
"…"
Wen Ran, with her mouth slightly open and her face flushed bright red, stared in astonishment at the doorway where he had disappeared. After a moment, she muttered in annoyance, "Bai Xiaoxiao, you little troublemaker."
Now it was all set: she was to move next door and live with him.
When Mo Xiuchen returned to the master bedroom, he headed straight for the bathroom and took a cold shower.
After the burning heat in his body subsided, he frowned slightly. Having made Wen Ran move over, he now wondered if it had been wise.
If they shared a bed, he couldn't be sure whether his "problem area" might, somehow, improve.
Wen Ran quickly changed her clothes and, without her suitcase, went to the adjacent room. The door was open, and she stepped right in—just as Mo Xiuchen was coming out of the bathroom.
He wore only a towel around his waist. His well-trained body, with every muscle clearly defined, was highlighted by the dazzling crystal chandelier light. Wen Ran's face, which had just managed to shed its earlier flush, instantly turned deep red again.
Just like the last time when Mo Xiuchen opened the door to find her frozen in the doorway, she stood there stiffly. Her wide, startled eyes gazed at his muscular chest; one droplet of water was sliding down his defined muscle tone…
Her gaze, seemingly beyond her control, was drawn to that single droplet, following it downward.
Before she could comprehend why, a clear cough from Mo Xiuchen broke the silence of the room.
Wen Ran snapped awake. Locking eyes with his dark, intense gaze, she suddenly realized what she had just seen. Her heart clenched, and, mortified, she turned and fled.
"Wen Ran!"
Just as she began to step away, Mo Xiuchen's hoarse voice called from behind.