His Beloved Treasure

It seemed there was a song called ”Back to Back Hugs,” and he suddenly felt that their current situation was quite like that.

The floor lamp had been turned off, and the bedroom had also darkened.

They could only sense each other’s heartbeat, even though the other person was just a few centimeters behind them.

Clearly, a slight stretch of the hand could reach each other.

But this time, Qin Mu did not turn around to embrace him again, nor did she ask him to turn back because she disliked it.

Mu Yichen didn’t try to pin her down and tease her either.

This night was unusually quiet.

Late before falling asleep, she heard a somewhat unfamiliar voice.

That voice was clearly that of the man beside her, but she felt it very strange.

”Qingxin is really immature, but at least she knows how to love someone properly! She is willing to betray her parents and older brother for Jiang Yan. Qin Mu, if it were you, could you do it?”

Later she gradually fell asleep and dreamt of her mother.

She dreamt that her mother was sitting on the sofa downstairs, holding a cup of tea, silently watching her sleep.

She dreamt her mother said she was naïve, wondering how she could have been so easily whisked away by that youngster Mu Yichen.

She dreamt that her mother, smiling, told her to be strong, that she was still growing, and that one day she would become a towering tree, protecting those she wished to protect, but before that, she had to learn to love someone properly!

She felt a bit wronged, she had seriously loved him, and asked her mother what it meant to love someone properly, and what to do with someone so bad!

Her mother just smiled, and then suddenly vanished!

Qin Mu shed tears in her sleep, with the word ”Mom” unintentionally whining out of her mouth.

The man beside her finally slowly turned his head because of her low murmurs, or perhaps it was more appropriate to call it sleep talk.

She was calling for her mother again!

After they got together he often heard those two words for a while, but it had been some time since she had called out in such pain.

He turned around, and involuntarily moved closer to her, gently pressed against her beautiful back, lifting his long arm to quietly encircle her, raising his head, he dropped his eyes and quietly watched her.

In the darkness, he unconsciously did those things.

He wanted her to grow, he wanted her to admit she loved him, but how much longer did he have to wait?

Why, even though it was spring, did it still feel so cold?

The body that had been conditioned with Chinese medicine now seemed of no use again.

Was it because birth control pills had been added to the medicine afterward?

Or was it because he had been too tired lately?

He couldn’t help pressing his cheek against the back of her head, burying his face in her soft hair.

The next morning, Qin Mu woke up with a cold, her throat feeling terribly uncomfortable and her mouth so dry it was about to peel.

It was still the previous night’s posture; he was hugging her from behind.

But the moment she opened her eyes, she was startled.

What’s going on?

Weren’t they sleeping back to back?

Qin Mu subconsciously thought it couldn’t be that she went to pull him again to hold her, could it?

If that were the case, it would be truly embarrassing!

But he didn’t move at all, was he still sleeping?

Qin Mu wanted to move his arm away, but...

For some reason, she just couldn’t!

Instead, her hand was suddenly clasped.

Half of Qin Mu’s arm stiffened, along with her breathing which she hardly dared to make forceful.

”Don’t move!”

In his hoarse voice, Qin Mu’s heartbeat seemed to skip a beat, then suddenly began to thump vigorously.

Qin Mu felt he must have sensed it because his arm was right there.

She tried to calm herself, but it was utterly in vain, and he held her even tighter instead.

Qin Mu didn’t know why, but she suddenly coughed, so pale and weak.

Mu Yichen sensed something was wrong, opened his eyes, and moved his arm up to her neck, so hot, so very hot!

When his palm touched her forehead, he immediately raised his torso in the next second, opened his eyes, took her arm into his, and made her turn to face him.

”Why do you have a fever?”

He asked angrily, though his voice was not loud.

Qin Mu could see the anger in his eyes, and also his displeasure.

She didn’t know what to say, just that her throat was so itchy and dry that she coughed twice more, trying to suppress it and making herself feel even worse.

She couldn’t push him away, and Qin Mu coughed in distress.

”Wait here!”

He immediately got out of bed, found some pants to put on, then casually grabbed a T-shirt to wear before heading downstairs.

Qin Mu took laborious breaths as she sat up leaning against the headboard, feeling utterly weak and noticing a certain emptiness inside her as she watched him leave.