Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Mo Jingshen.

Mo Jingshen.

As she repeated his name in her heart, Ji Nuan bent down and placed a gentle kiss on the bruise on his brow bone. She kissed his eyes and his tall and sharp nose, before finally kissing his pale lips.

However, she did not dare to press too heavily and moved to stand up after gently touching his lips.

However, right before she could back away, the man slowly opened his eyes. As their lips were separated by several inches, his thin lips curved up. "Being kissed awake by you early in the morning, is this my reward for returning home peacefully with all my limbs intact?"

The man's voice was husky, low, and unhurried. However, each word felt like a knock against her heart.

Ji Nuan appeared embarrassed but did not move away. She watched the man's face, staring at his drowsy pupils that seemed like an ocean of ink: "When did you wake up?"

Mo Jingshen watched her, chuckling softly. "Just now."

"It's only six in the morning. The doctor said that the anesthesia would take more than ten hours to stop working. Why are you already awake?"

The little woman bending down by his bedside had lost a lot of weight. Her chin had become thinner, and there were clear, dark circles around her eyes, indicating that she did not sleep well. Even though the light was not especially bright, this was impossible to hide.

He raised his brows slightly and huskily said, "Even if it hasn't been ten hours, even if I were only just injected with anesthesia, I would still wake up with the way you kissed me."

Ji Nuan smiled and was about to bring over the only chair in the room to sit down. She wanted to sit by the bed to accompany him and take care of him.

She had only just turned when she heard Mo Jingshen say, "Don't sit. Come here and lay down."

Ji Nuan heard him moving, as though he was about to give up half of the bed space for her.

She frantically turned around. "Don't move! Your wounds have been aggravated so many times. It wasn't easy for the surgery to be complete. You need to rest well. You're not allowed to move within the next few days!"

"The dark circles under your eyes can't even be concealed, yet you ran over here at 6:00 a.m. Do you think yourself to be an immortal who doesn't need sleep?" The man's tone was stained with some habitual nagging. He used his gaze to indicate for her to come.

Ji Nuan could only return to sit on the bed by his side. "I've already slept. It's just that everything I saw in the past few days was really too intense. It's giving me nightmares, and I'll probably need time to recover. Why are you lecturing me? You didn't eat or drink for several days, but you still managed to live. I only missed out on a bit of sleep, how does that make me an immortal?"

Mo Jingshen did not pay attention to her forced logic. He was very aware of the emotional changes Ji Nuan had been experiencing recently.

She needed time to recover from those frightening experiences, and there was no way he could stand aside and watch her suffer from the lingering fear alone.

"It's still early. You need to rest well. If you have nightmares when you sleep alone, sleep here with me. En?"

He laid there, motionless as she had commanded him to. Using his patient and gentle voice, he coaxed her to lay down with him.

Although the hospital bed was a single bed, it was slightly bigger than the beds in regular hospitals. Even if Ji Nuan really laid down, there would still be plenty of space.

He was the only one under the blanket. She sat on the side of the bed, watching the clouds outside the window. She then turned back to look at Mo Jingshen. "Then you have to promise not to move. If the wounds on your back were to have any complications because of me, I'd never come to your ward to visit you again!"

The man chuckled, his chest moving slightly with his laughter. He did not expose her embarrassment about her desire to lay down and only responded, "En."

Ji Nuan tugged the blanket over and laid down. Mo Jingshen moved to hold her hand but was gently slapped aside by Ji Nuan. "You promised not to move!"

"I can't even hold your hand?" Mo Jingshen's voice was right by her ear.

"You can't. If you move your fingers, you move your hands. If you move your hands, your elbow will also move. This means your shoulders, your back, and the injuries on your head and neck will all be affected! You're not allowed to move at all!"

As she spoke, Ji Nuan carefully laid down as though she was facing a great enemy. She did not dare to touch him at all.

She never thought that there would be a day when she would sleep next to Mo Jingshen's side without touching him.

"How weak do you think I am? Holding my hand alone will aggravate the wound on my back?" Although it was a simple statement, it sounded as though he was teasing her, and he sounded even upset about not being able to hold his wife.

Ji Nuan laid down straight, watching the crystal chandelier hanging above them. She sighed in her mind that this hospital did not only have high standards with its treatments. Even the private wards were luxuriously decorated. If all the furniture wasn't kept as white, and this wasn't a simple white hospital bed, this place could really become a five-star hotel.

In order not to aggravate his wound, she gently turned over on the bed and looked at him. "I'll watch you sleep just like this. All right?"

"…with you watching me, how can I sleep?" The man appeared to be holding in a smile.

Ji Nuan: "Will I affect you that much? Then should I return to my room?"

He faltered and slowly shifted the hand that she about to take away. He calmly replied, "You should lay here. You're easily frightened when you have nightmares. If you're here, I can comfort you anytime."

Ji Nuan was silent for two seconds.

"Did I use to have nightmares frequently?"

Mo Jingshen suddenly glanced at her: "Can your memory be any worse?"

"…"

"Several months ago, you fell sick and had a high fever. During that time, you grabbed onto my arm and begged me not to leave. You were trembling and trapped in your nightmares, unable to wake up. Don't you remember?"

"…"

It seems like that had really happened.

"It's been a long time since I last had a nightmare," She laid by his side and carefully pressed her face against the side of his uninjured shoulder, whispering softly.

Mo Jingshen watched her for several seconds. "Sleep. I'm here."

"En."

Even though he could not move, he still slowly shifted his hand under the blanket to cover her.

"In this world, there are also places that are in turmoil. So long as you wish to see it, you'll always be able to find a nation more chaotic than Cambodia. Everything you see and hear in a country experiencing war will be much worse than that. Take some time out to read some news about those places. There's no need for you to have any more nightmares about life and death or those exiled people. Their blood was supposed to spill as they threw away their lives voluntarily. Our lives are indeed very feeble. Since we can live in a peaceful world, we should treasure this stability we have."

"En." Ji Nuan knew that he was trying to comfort her.

In the past, she had heard about people from countries experiencing war, and people who had suffered through special catastrophes needing to seek counseling from a psychologist. Some of them were never able to walk away from those bloodstained traumas.

Her heart was not that weak.

As Mo Jingshen did not make too big of a movement as he shifted his hand, Ji Nuan did not push him away. She obediently allowed him to pull their palms together and interlock their fingers.