The abstinent and powerful minister is cold and aloof during the day, but he adores her in his dream

Chapter 180 made people blush and their hearts race.

Evening, Yaoguang Pavilion.

Because of her hand injury, Zhiwan slept very restlessly.

Just as she was drifting off to sleep, she suddenly felt someone tugging at her sleeve.

She suddenly woke up with a start.

When she opened her eyes, she saw the man sitting on the edge of the bed, his long, slender hand supporting her arm as he looked down at the wound on her arm.

Upon seeing this man, Zhiwan was extremely astonished.

The man's words from last night were still ringing in her ears, and she hadn't even figured out how to respond yet, and now they were meeting again today.

She instinctively tried to break free from his hand.

However, she had barely moved when the man snapped at her, "Don't move!"

Zhiwan froze.

The man paused, then looked up at her. "It doesn't hurt anymore?"

Zhiwan blinked and honestly replied, "It still hurts a little."

"Then why are you moving around like that?" the man frowned.

Zhiwan opened her lips, but finally changed the subject, "Why are you here again?"

"Can't I come?" the man retorted.

Zhiwan choked.

She naturally didn't want him to come; it would be best if she never saw him again.

After all, this man is so domineering. Last night he said that he could only be her husband and asked her to give him a chance.

Such domineering behavior was something she couldn't afford to provoke, and now, it seemed she couldn't even avoid it.

Because this man always appeared without warning, she had nowhere to hide.

She secretly regretted it, wishing she hadn't gotten involved with this man.

Unfortunately it's too late to say anything now.

All she can do now is keep this man calm; otherwise, she fears she won't be able to handle what he might do.

Thinking of this, she changed the subject again, "By the way, how did you know my hand was injured?"

Upon hearing this, the man paused, lowered his eyes, and said calmly, "When I came here just now, I noticed that you weren't sleeping very soundly, so I guessed it."

Zhiwan's doubts vanished instantly. "I see."

The man still held her arm, his long, slender fingers gently touching her wound, his handsome brows furrowed tightly.

Seeing that he was silent and staring at his injury as if he was very worried, Zhiwan paused for a moment and couldn't help but say, "It's nothing serious, I'm much better now." As she spoke, she used her good left hand to support herself and tried to sit up.

She was afraid of tearing at the wound on her right arm, so she moved with some difficulty.

Just then, the man's warm hands suddenly slipped under her armpits and lifted her up.

Zhiwan was stunned.

When she came to her senses, she was already sitting up, with a soft pillow stuffed behind her back.

She paused for a moment, then couldn't help but steal a glance at the man.

She still couldn't see his face clearly, but for some reason, she felt that at this moment, the man's eyes and brows were filled with tenderness.

Noticing her scrutiny, the man asked in a low voice, "What are you looking at?"

"It's nothing." Zhiwan quickly looked away, but after thinking for a moment, her gaze returned to his face, and she asked curiously, "Who exactly are you?"

A slight smile curved the corners of the man's lips. "You want to know?"

Zhiwan was about to nod, but after thinking for a moment, she shook her head. "I don't want to." Although she was curious about the man's identity, it was best for her not to know now.

This man is so domineering, she has to find a way to get rid of him.

"Why don't you want to?" the man asked slowly.

"If I don't want to, I just don't want to. Why are there so many whys?" Zhiwan rolled her eyes at him, but she was very troubled inside.

Last night she made her stance clear, and in an attempt to discourage him, she even fabricated a story about being a prostitute with a sexually transmitted disease, but she still couldn't scare the man away.

What should she do to make this man get tired of her?
Upon hearing this, the man said nothing more, reached out and pulled down her sleeve, gently admonishing, "Next time, you can't be so reckless. If there's anything, don't do it yourself. Those servants aren't just for decoration."

Upon hearing this, Zhiwan looked at him in surprise, "You don't even know how I got injured, so how can you say I'm reckless?"

“You’ve forgotten, I’ve studied some medicine. I just examined your injury and can see it was a bite, and judging from the teeth marks, it was bitten by a child,” the man said calmly.

Hearing this, Zhiwan was quite impressed with him and couldn't help but reach out and poke his chest. "What do you do? You know medicine and you're so perceptive."

"Guess." The man curled her fingers into his palm and smiled faintly.

"You wouldn't happen to be someone in the government, would you? Do you work in the Ministry of Justice or the Court of Judicial Review?" Zhiwan didn't want to ask, but she couldn't suppress her curiosity.

"Do you want me to be in the Ministry of Justice or the Court of Judicial Review?" the man asked, raising an eyebrow.

Upon hearing this, Zhiwan calmed down and said with a smirk, "I don't want to know."

The man paused, looked into her eyes, and said, "You specifically mentioned the Ministry of Justice and the Court of Judicial Review, but do you have any relatives who work in these two ministries?"

Zhiwan's eyes flickered.

She couldn't reveal that her cousin was the Minister of the Court of Judicial Review, otherwise this man would definitely guess her identity.

"I just guessed because you're so perceptive," Zhiwan said dismissively.

"Hmm." The man didn't ask any further questions.

Zhiwan breathed a sigh of relief, but then frowned and said, "Why are you drinking again?" when she smelled the strong smell of alcohol on him. Her tone was quite disdainful.

The man didn't speak, but raised his hand and pressed his temples.

"Why do you always drink so much?" Zhiwan looked at him thoughtfully.

On many occasions when the two met, he reeked of alcohol.

This can't be a coincidence, can it?

The man's gaze deepened as he looked at her, then suddenly he grasped her chin and lowered his head to kiss her lips.

"If you behave well, I won't have to drink..."

Their voices came indistinctly from their intertwined lips.

Zhiwan was completely bewildered.

Whether she's obedient or not, what does it have to do with whether he drinks or not?
This man is probably drunk.
She had an injury on her hand, so the man didn't bother her this time. He only kissed her for a while before letting go. But when he rested his chin on her shoulder, his breathing was a little heavy, making her blush and her heart race.

Seeing his expression, Zhiwan probably knew that he was moved by love.

In the past, she would definitely have flirted with him, but now, apart from the injury on her arm, she didn't want to have any further entanglement with this man.

After regaining her composure, Zhiwan nudged the man and said, "I want to sleep."

"Hmm." The man stepped back, sitting with his back to her, his voice somewhat hoarse.

Zhiwan slowly lay down, looking at the man's broad back, which now had a somewhat desolate feel to it, and a complex mix of emotions welled up in her heart.

"Didn't you want to sleep? Why aren't you asleep?" At this moment, the man's deep voice pulled her back to reality.

She came to her senses and looked at the man, only to see that he had a fan in his hand and was fanning her.

A cool breeze blew on her face. She thought she wouldn't be able to sleep, but she soon fell asleep.

(End of this chapter)