Chapter 1131 Heather of the Other Shore Flower Sea (155)

In a daze.

He took a bite, then turned back to his work. While chewing, his eyes remained on the black-and-white text, balancing eating with work seamlessly.

After swallowing, he said, "As women go, you’re so different from Qu Leqi."

"What do you mean?"

"When she peels something, she cuts it into small pieces afterward."

Heather thought for a moment, then chuckled, "Well, that can’t be helped. She’s your girlfriend, and I’m your bodyguard. The treatment is bound to be different. If I were to cut it into pieces for you, then I wouldn’t be your bodyguard anymore—I’d be your girlfriend."

"Alright."

"Huh?" His straightforward response left Heather momentarily stunned. "I was joking..."

Nian Shen looked up and glanced at her. "So was I."

"..."

Alright, Nian Shen, you win!

Truly a unique sense of humor—it’s over most people’s heads!

...

Night fell deeper. Nian Shen glanced at Heather, who had slumped over by his bedside, fast asleep. With little concern, he stored away the "props" and dismantled the set.

Had it not been for the mild sedative he had slipped into her water, she wouldn’t have fallen asleep like this.

It felt like forever since he had quietly watched her like this.

He got out of bed, scooped her up, and laid her on the bed, carefully tucking her in so she rested in his embrace.

With one large arm wrapped around her body, he held her tightly, pressing her face to his chest.

He stared at her serene sleeping face for a long, long time.

This was a face he would never tire of, no matter how much he looked at it.

He slowly lowered his head and planted a soft kiss on her parched lips, "Good night, my Wei Wei."

...

At dawn, Heather hadn’t fully regained her senses. With her eyes still closed, she noticed how comfortable the bed felt—the temperature, just perfect.

How long had it been since she’d slept so soundly, so peacefully?

The tranquility made her reluctant to open her eyes. She just wanted to keep sleeping like this forever.

However, as she shifted slightly, her hand brushed against something, and her expression subtly changed.

This is... what?

Her hand instinctively moved up and down, curiously exploring the firm...

A large, firm surface.

Feeling something was amiss, she abruptly opened her eyes.

Her eyes widened almost comically as she found herself face-to-face with Nian Shen’s magnified features! And her hand—

Her hand was resting right on his chest muscles, where she had just been wandering her fingers up and down...

Her gaze slid downward. She realized she was pillowed on his arm, her entire body tangled in his embrace in the most awkward of positions!

And this position—what did it resemble?

It was exactly how lovers look when they wake up in the morning!

But how did she end up in his bed?

No time to dwell on these questions. She instinctively tried to push him away.

But despite Nian Shen being something of an amateur physically, his strength was considerable. She barely budged him, accidentally waking him instead. He frowned, his morning voice gravelly and alluring, "Don’t move..."

"..." Don’t move my ass!

"Nian—"

The next second, he furrowed his brows and muttered, "It hurts..."

That single word made Heather stop in her tracks, suddenly hesitant to touch him further.

She had almost forgotten—he was injured!

"I’m sorry..." Seeing the pained look on his face, she quickly apologized, flustered. "Although I’m really sorry, could you... could you let me get out of bed first?"

Then she could slowly sort out the question of why on earth she’d ended up in his bed!

Nian Shen, however, did not open his eyes. Nor did he release her. Instead, with his eyes still closed, he let out a lazy grunt, "Tired..."