Slow to mature after marriage

Wang Jin asked again.

"Mr. Bo, there are a lot of things waiting for your decision in England. When do you plan to go back?"

Bo Yan turned around and glanced at him.

"Are all those people I support, earning millions a year, just freeloaders?"

Wang Jin choked.

Bo Yan walked to the desk, picked up the contract that Mu Cheng had just signed, and looked down at it.

"Let Michael keep an eye on things for me; I won't be able to get back here for a while."

"……yes."

-

When Bo Yan returned to Mu Yan Garden, there was no one in the living room.

He changed his shoes and went upstairs.

Turning the corner of the stairs, I saw Mu Siwan hopping on one foot, one hand holding onto the wall, the other hand trying to reach up—a few anatomy books were on the top shelf, but somehow they had been pushed to the back.

She jumped, but couldn't reach it.

I jumped again, and just as my fingertips touched the spine of the book, it wobbled but didn't fall.

She frowned, took a deep breath, and prepared to jump again.

"Mu Siwan".

Her movements froze.

Look back.

Bo Yan stood at the top of the stairs, looking at her.

Her leg, which was in a cast, was dangling in mid-air, and her whole body was in an extremely unstable position.

"What are you doing?"

She pursed her lips.

"Enough books."

He walked over, reached out, took the anatomy books from the top shelf, and handed them to her.

She took it.

"Thanks."

Seeing that Bo Yan's expression was not good, Mu Siwan shook the book in her hand and added a sentence.

"I was bored at home, so I picked up a book to pass the time."

Bo Yan nodded without saying anything.

But a thought suddenly crossed her mind—it seems I need to find her a 24-hour caregiver. The maids have all gone home, and knowing her personality, she probably doesn't want to bother anyone.

He glanced at her feet.

"Where else would you like to go?"

"Go back to the bedroom."

Mu Siwan, leaning on her crutches, limped towards the stairs. After taking two steps, her crutches slipped on the edge of the stairs, causing her to sway.

Bo Yan reacted quickly and caught her.

"never mind."

He bent down, supporting her back with one hand and reaching under her knees with the other to lift her up.

She froze for a moment.

"I can do it myself—"

"What can I do?" he interrupted her, picking her up and carrying her upstairs. "By the time you limp up there, it will be dark."

She leaned against him without saying a word.

"Mrs. Bo." He looked down at her, a hint of helplessness in his eyes. "Don't put too much pressure on yourself. That's how a husband is."

Mu Siwan stared at his handsome profile, somewhat lost in thought.

The stairwell light shone down from above, outlining his features in a deep, defined way. The shadows of his eyelashes fell on his eyelids, and his lips were slightly curved, carrying a hint of nonchalant smile.

She thought to herself—

But you will eventually leave.

Maybe I'll go to the UK, maybe to the US, maybe for a week, two months, or maybe another three years.

So she had to learn to use a cane by herself.

-

Bo Yan placed her on the bedside and turned to go to the study.

The computer screen was lit, and documents kept appearing one after another. After dealing with the backlog of emails from the UK, he then held a multinational conference.

After the meeting ended, the clock struck eleven.

Bo Yan stood up, rubbed the back of his neck, and walked towards the bedroom.

I pushed open the door; the bedside lamp was still on.

Mu Siwan was already asleep.

The anatomy book was half-open, lying face down beside her pillow. She curled up in the innermost corner of the bed, her back to him, taking up only that small space. The blanket covered her shoulders, her breathing even, just like every night in Muyan Garden.

She guarded that Chu River and Han border perfectly.

Bo Yan stood by the bed, staring at the curled-up silhouette for a long time.

He went over and put the book on the bedside table.

Then squat down.

The light from the bedside lamp fell on her face, softening her sleeping features. Her eyelashes drooped quietly, her lips were slightly pursed, and she appeared completely unguarded.

Bo Yan stared at her for a long time.

The emotions swirling in his eyes were heavy and indescribable.

In the end, he summed up that feeling in three words—unwillingness to accept defeat.

Yes, if it weren't for that night when they slept in each other's arms in the hospital room, he probably wouldn't feel so resentful.

He was unwilling to have a purely business marriage with her.

He was unwilling to simply treat her with the utmost respect.

She was unwilling to accept that she was guarding that line, refusing to cross it even once.

He raised his hand, cupped the back of her head, leaned down, and kissed her.

-

Mu Siwan felt as if she were enveloped by a warm sea.

Floating and sinking, breathless, yet unwilling to struggle. Something lingers between my lips and teeth, soft, hot, carrying a familiar, crisp scent.

She instinctively went along with it.

The tip of their tongues gently hooked together and intertwined.

A sense of descent crept up my spine, swallowing up the last vestiges of clarity.

Something fell to the ground with a dull thud.

She suddenly opened her eyes.

In the darkness, a face was inches away. His eyelashes almost brushed her cheek, and the tip of his nose touched hers.

"Thin……"

She wanted to say something, but he silenced her with a kiss.

He gripped her chin and kissed her even deeper. His tongue pried open her lips and teeth, hooking and entwining her, as if he wanted to tear her apart and crush her whole being.

Mu Siwan was breathless from the kiss, her fingers gripping his shirt tightly.

He finally stepped back a little.

She was breathing heavily, her eyes were watery, and her lips were slightly swollen and red.

"It's not Sunday today..." her voice was unsteady, still hoarse from just waking up, "and my leg..."

"I don't want to do it."

He interrupted her, lowered his head, and kissed her again.

Very light, very slow, one stroke at a time.

Tender, delicate.

Mu Siwan was stunned.

After a long while, he released her lips and pressed his forehead against hers.

"Mu Siwan".

She looked at him.

In the darkness, his eyes shone brightly, containing something she couldn't understand.

I just want to kiss you.

-

Late at night, Mu Siwan tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

She stared at the ceiling, her mind racing with images—his gaze as he half-squatted by the bed, the force with which he kissed the back of her head, and his words, "I only want to kiss you," as he pressed his forehead against hers.

can't read.

She truly couldn't understand Bo Yan at all.

Why did he suddenly kiss her?

And why...?

She tilted her head slightly.

In the darkness, the man lay on his side behind her, his sleeping face peaceful. The moonlight outlined his features with a faint silver edge, his eyelashes drooped, and his breathing was steady.

His hand rested on her waist.

Warm and heavy.

She looked away and continued staring at the ceiling.

And why did you suddenly start holding her while sleeping?

This question kept circling in my mind, but I couldn't find an answer.

She couldn't help but turn over again.

The hand on her waist suddenly tightened.

"I really can't sleep," a man's voice came from behind, low and husky, with a hint of laughter and the languor of someone just woken up, "We can kiss a little longer, Mrs. Bo."

Mu Siwan's body stiffened.

I dared not move.

She stared into the darkness before her, her breathing becoming soft.

The person behind him didn't speak or move again.

But that hand was still resting on her waist, warm and heavy.

She closed her eyes.

Very strange.

The familiar scent of mint wafted from behind her, crisp and refreshing, enveloping her completely.

My heartbeat gradually calmed down.

His breathing gradually became longer and more even.

She didn't know how much time had passed before she actually fell asleep.