Was this really Mo Jingshen?

This dream was way too realistic…

She stood up but remained on the sofa unsteadily. She raised her eyes to look at the man who was taller than her by more than a head: “Is this… is this a dream?”

As she spoke, she raised a hand to pinch the man’s face.

Mo Jingshen did not avoid her but, just as her disobedient hand was about to touch him, he caught her hand in his grip and pressed it down. Tugging against her hand, he prevented her from falling backward.

“En, it’s a dream.” The man’s voice was heavy and indifferent; it did not reveal any of his emotions.

Ji Nuan stood before him, widening her drunken eyes as she did her best to stare at him.

After staring for a long moment, she suddenly laughed.

Forget it, forget it. No matter if it was a dream or a hallucination, there was no way this could be Mo Jingshen. She could scold as she pleased; it was only an illusion. It definitely wouldn’t be upset.

“Mo Jingshen!” Ji Nuan’s temper immediately rose. She planned to show off her might to this illusion before her eyes and vent out all of the suppressed anger from this past month. She abruptly pointed at his nose, raising her drunken little face and dazed eyes to glare at him. “You bastard!”

The man raised his handsome brows slightly. “You’re able to scold others now?”

“What do you mean by able to scold others now? It’s not as if you’ve never seen me quarreling and hurling abuse at others before! Why do you think all those famous, wealthy young ladies in Hai City have so much grudge against me? It’s because they’ve all tried to challenge me and were driven to tears by my words! It’s not as if you don’t know how my character used to be!”

Ji Nuan abruptly stood on her tiptoes, reaching out to tug on his collar. She parted her lips and began her long stream of enraged complaints. “For your sake, I’ve plucked off almost all of the thorns on my body! For our marriage, I’ve done my best to do everything well. I’ve never once not trusted you!”

“That night, I was frightened and alarmed in that underground bar; fearful to the point of despair. And it was all because of that person I’ve always been unaware of! Afterward, I found out that everything occurred because of your ex-fiancée! Was I supposed to laugh and say I don’t mind?”

“You think I don’t have any conscience, is it? Let me tell you, if I, Ji Nuan, didn’t have any conscience, I would never have chosen to stick to you in this lifetime! So, what if we’re divorced? I can spread my wings and fly far away! Yet, I chose to place all of my stakes on you, Mo Jingshen! What I’ve given you is everything, my everything! You’re indeed unconditionally good to me, but aside from that, I completely can’t see through you! I don’t even know how far away your heart is from me!”

The wound on Ji Nuan’s forehead had healed a long time ago. Her bangs covered the smooth skin underneath; it was impossible to tell what sort of treatment she had once faced in that underground bar.

The man gently pushed away her slightly sweat-soaked bangs when she abruptly turned to bite down on his finger. While doing so, she thought that, since this was a dream anyway, it wouldn’t hurt her, nor would it hurt him. After venting this anger, she was invigorated and had said her piece. Tomorrow, she would be a brave and courageous person again.

He did not push her away. Instead, he reached out to support her unstable body, allowing her to bite as she pleased.

Finally, when the taste of blood hit her tongue, Ji Nuan released him.

She abruptly muttered softly, as though speaking to herself, “I should have switched to a different lifestyle from the beginning. I must have lost my mind, otherwise, why would I choose to willingly serve within the fence you had built, letting an addictive man like you block all of my available paths. I’m in the wrong for losing the ability to keep my heart away properly; wrong for caring too much about you… I… uu…”

The back of Ji Nuan’s head was held. The man’s lips landed, blocking her lips.

Ji Nuan was dumbstruck and was about to shift away when the hand holding her head tightened its grip. He restricted her movement and was not gentle with her. Although he was not being rough, he was much more forceful than usual.

She was truly too drunk. After struggling a little, she felt empty and tired. Even as her lips were pained and numb, she could not process why she felt such sensations in a dream.

—-

Afterward, even she was unaware of how she had fallen asleep.

Ji Nuan did not sleep steadily. In less than half an hour, she had a string of nightmares. She knitted her brows and abruptly opened her eyes in fright. She then immediately shut her eyes from the glare of the living room light, but that one moment alone was sufficient for her to gain a clear look of the man’s distinct, handsome face.

She became aware that she was lying on the sofa. The Mo Jingshen from her dreams was actually still around.

“Awake? Does your head hurt?” The man’s voice landed by her ear.

After hearing this frighteningly real voice, Ji Nuan’s eyelashes trembled. She opened her eyes, staring at the man’s face dazedly. She stretched her hand out to see if this illusion would disappear with her touch.

When she reached her hand over, the man’s palm abruptly tugged against her waist. Ji Nuan’s entire body was brought onto his lap, her head pressing against his shoulder. She wanted to sit up straight, but her head still slanted downward against his shoulder.

“Mo Jingshen…” She softly began.

“En.”

“In the future… let’s not fight anymore… all right…” Ji Nuan buried her face in his neck. Her voice was soft and gentle.

The man’s hand paused on the top of her head. After a moment, he calmly looked at her. “Are you awake or still drunk? Can you recognize if I’m an illusion or if I’m your husband?”

Ji Nuan buried her head deeper in his neck. “I don’t know.”

Mo Jingshen narrowed his eyes, looking at her unkindly. He raised his arms to wrap this little woman, who had vented all of her anger, in his embrace. He spoke indifferently, “Talk about this when you’re clearheaded. I won’t speak to a drunken ghost.”

Ji Nuan: “…”

She tried to leave his lap but was pressed down by the man. “You have already drunk to this state, yet you have the strength to move so much. It seems like the one month of cool down time I gave you wasn’t enough. You just said you won’t fight with me anymore. Now you’re going to distance from me with a black face again?”

“Let go of me, I want to go down.”

“Reason?”

“You…” Ji Nuan raised her mostly drunk eyes. Some of her messy hair was clinging onto her cheek. Her earlier enraged expression was slightly embarrassed now. After pursing her lips for a while, she finally managed to spit out these words, “You’re poking me!”

As she spoke, she shifted her butt backward against that area near his legs.

Mo Jingshen lowered his head to look at the woman in his arms. His pupils were as dark as the quiet sea. A careful kiss landed on her smooth hair. “It’s been a month since we met. If you dare to move anymore, it won’t be as simple as poking you.”

Hearing these words, she would be a fool if she dared to move any further on his lap.

Seeing that she was obedient, Mo Jingshen’s mood lifted as he rubbed her hair. “You’ve vented your anger. You’ve also said that you don’t want to fight anymore in the future. Does your heart feel better now that the thorn is plucked out?”

Ji Nuan kept silent, sensitive to the bulge pressing against her bottom.

She clearly wasn’t moving anymore; why did it seem to be pressing against her more.

“Little one with no conscience. You know that I’m angry at you for not showing any conscience, yet you took advantage of your drunken state to shout at me. Did you think we were comparing volume? Does the louder one make more sense? En?” The man’s long fingers ran through her hair and landed on her shoulder. His palm held the back of her neck, causing her to lift her head unwillingly.

Although his voice was softer and carried hints of indulgence, his mild gaze clearly informed her that if she weren’t drunk and were sober, he would have immediately pressed her on the bed for a good lecture.

But right now, Ji Nuan’s brain could not properly consider what sort of lecture he would give. Her brain was slightly dizzy. Aside from the clear appearance of the man before her eyes, she was unable to even distinguish north from south.

At the very least, she could tell that he was taking her inebriation into consideration and was not going to be petty with her.

Being drunk had actually helped her avoid a crisis of various inciteful words.

It seemed like drinking was not actually a bad thing.

—-

When Ji Nuan awoke once more, the sky had turned bright.

Hangovers were truly one of the worst pain ever. Yet, so many people enjoyed being intoxicated through the night. Whenever she drank, she would wake up with the worst headache.

She sat up, tugging the sheets aside to discover that she had fallen asleep on the condo bed. Only the pillow on her side was touched, and only the blanket on her side had been shifted away.

Last night…

Ji Nuan’s memory was slightly blurry. She could only remember a few scenes. She rubbed her head and then gripped her hair. Even after doing her best to recall, she could not figure out if it had been a hallucination.

She stepped down from the bed and opened the cabinets to change her clothes. When she walked out of the bedroom, she met the same empty living room.

Based on the color of the sky, it had to be past seven in the morning.

If last night had been a hallucination, how did she manage to come to the condo?

Feng Ling knew that she was unwilling to return to the condo; she would never make the decision to send her here.

But if it hadn’t been an illusion, she was the only one in the condo right now. The silence led her to suspect if she had entered an isolated world. There was no noise whatsoever.

Ji Nuan was slightly hungry. She headed to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator to see the groceries the auntie had brought two days ago.

She was uninterested in the fruits and food inside. She brought out a bottle of yogurt and opened it as she closed the refrigerator. She was expressionless as she walked out.

When she returned to the sofa in the living room, her footsteps suddenly faltered at the sight of a cup on the coffee table.

She picked up the cup to see that there was still some liquid inside. She sniffed it and realized that it was the scent of sobering tea.

When she turned back, she noticed a shirt left on the couch. It was the white dress shirt the man had changed out of before he left. Although it appeared clean, when she picked it up for a sniff, she noticed that it had the scent of alcohol clinging onto it. It also had the light fragrance of morning dew that belonged uniquely to Mo Jingshen.

It was Mo Jingshen’s shirt.

And this was the cup of sobering tea he had fed her before she fell asleep.

When she turned to look at the entrance, she found an extra pair of indoor shoes. It was gray colored. Previously, the auntie had kept it away, but Mo Jingshen had comfortably brought it out to wear.

The other pair of pink indoor shoes were currently on her feet.

Some of her drunken memories gradually resurfaced.

Ji Nuan abruptly walked through the entire condo. Although it was quiet and empty as it always was, and was far too big for her to live in alone, the bathroom now had a pair of men’s razors and a bottle of peppermint shaving cream.

After circling through the condo, Ji Nuan sat down on the sofa. She leaned backward, resting her head against the cushion in a daze.

Last night was actually real.

What had she said to Mo Jingshen last night?

She felt that she had even grabbed hold of his collar to shout at him. What exactly did she say to him?

He had left new marks of his own in this condo. Did that mean he wasn’t going to be upset any longer?

It was early morning, yet he was no longer around. Could it be that she had stepped out of line last night and he was driven away by anger once more?

Ji Nuan massaged her forehead, eyeing that cup of sobering tea on the coffee table. After considering, she abruptly raised her phone for a look.

There were no missed calls or unread messages.

—-

When Ji Nuan left the condo, it was already past eight. Professor Lin’s class began at 8:00 a.m. every day. She was already late and could not afford to buy breakfast; she directly sped toward T University.

When she rushed to the classroom, Professor Lin was in the midst of teaching. He only took a glance at her and, without any questions, indicated for her to sit down.

Typically, Professor Lin was extremely strict with these wealthy heirs. No one was allowed to be late. Those who were late more than thrice would be kicked out of class. However, he did not say anything today and allowed Ji Nuan to sit down.

“From the way you were last night, I thought you would sleep for the entire day today,” The moment Ji Nuan sat down, Bai Wei whispered from her side.

If she hadn’t mentioned it, Ji Nuan would have forgotten that she had drunk with Bai Wei last night.

She had almost lost consciousness from the alcohol. Afterward, she vaguely recalled that Feng Ling had supported her up.

What happened then?

It couldn’t be that Mo Jingshen had caught her red-handed at that bar, could he?

“I drank some sobering tea last night, and it cleared my mind slightly. My body clock is very accurate. It’ll wake me up at the right time,” Ji Nuan did not explain much as she carelessly replied.

“Didn’t Feng Ling leave with you last night? Both of you didn’t return to the dormitory last night. Now that you’re back, why is Feng Ling missing?”

Ji Nuan turned toward the seat Feng Ling usually sat in; it was empty.

Could it be that Feng Ling assumed she would be with Mo Jingshen and did not make plans to follow her?

“I’m not sure. I’ll give her a call later.” Ji Nuan shifted her gaze away, but her heart was slightly troubled.

In her impression, Feng Ling always began and ended everything she did properly; she was very reliable. Even if she assumed Ji Nuan was with Mo Jingshen and would temporarily leave class, at the very least, she would give Ji Nuan a call or send her a message to inform her.

However, from the moment she had woken up today, she did not receive any message from Feng Ling.