Rebirth as the Richest Woman in the World
Chapter 431 - 430 (second watch of the night)

Chapter 431: 430 (second watch of the night)

"I just came in not long ago," Mo Zhixuan said, wiping the wet hair on his head before heading straight to the bedside. He lifted a corner of the comforter and slipped in.

Chu Jin was dumbfounded. "You, you, you... did you enter the wrong room?"

Mo Zhixuan gave her a faint glance, then reached out to turn off the bedside lamp, slowly uttering two words, "Go to sleep."

Instantly, the previously bright and clear room plunged into darkness, where all that could be heard in the still air were breathing sounds.

Lying dazedly in bed, Chu Jin felt completely out of sorts.

"This is how we always did it before," Mo Zhixuan turned over, reached out his long arm to scoop her into his embrace.

This was always the way?

She had her doubts about that.

Chu Jin frowned slightly, but her mind was blank, unable to recall anything about the past.

"Are you serious?"

"Of course," Mo Zhixuan spoke as if he were the soul of integrity, "I never lie."

Chu Jin shifted uncomfortably, "I can’t sleep like this. There’s an empty room next door..."

"Don’t worry, I won’t touch you now. Just sleep peacefully," Mo Zhixuan tightened his hold.

Chu Jin immediately stopped moving and closed her eyes, quiet as a chicken.

With such a natural big ice box at her side, she quickly fell asleep.

Her breathing was shallow.

...

In the darkness, those eyes sparkled, deep as the ocean. He held tightly to the person in his arms, fearing she would vanish the next second.

Besides holding her close, he made no other move.

Imposing one’s will is not the way of a gentleman.

In June the days start early, and by six in the morning, the sun had already broken through the clouds, its golden rays bathing the earth.

Chu Jin’s biological clock was always accurate. She slowly opened her eyes, and the first thing she saw was the man’s sharply defined features. Even in sleep, his thin lips were tightly pursed, his nose was lofty, his eyebrows delicate and cold, and his eyelashes long and dense.

For the first time, Chu Jin noticed just how long Mr. Mo’s eyelashes were—longer than a girl’s, curved like little fans. Could they be a centimeter and a half? Tsk, tsk, tsk, such a big man and he has such long eyelashes—it’s a waste!

Almost subconsciously, her hand reached out towards his eyes, wanting to pluck an eyelash to see exactly how long it was.

The tip of her finger lightly touched his eyelashes.

Fingers are connected to the heart.

Chu Jin felt as if her heart had also been lightly scratched, a curious sensation.

Just as she was about to pluck an eyelash, her hand was suddenly seized, "Jin, stop it." His breath was tinged with the scent of mint from his body, and a faint trace of tobacco, which was immensely comforting.

Their proximity gave her the false impression of being an old married couple.

Like lovers who had been supporting each other for many years.

Though she had felt wide awake just moments before, Chu Jin now found herself drifting back to sleep.

She couldn’t tell how much time had passed when she woke up again.

"...What time is it?" Her voice was lazy with the remnants of sleep, utterly unguarded.

"7:10," the man answered without checking his phone, his accuracy down to the minute.

"Time to get up!" Chu Jin threw back the covers and sat up on the bed.

Mo Zhixuan closed his eyes briefly, a tired look flickering through his expression. He wrapped his arms around her waist, "It’s still early, let’s sleep a bit more." He had been tormented by this ancestor until around 5 o’clock in the morning before he finally fell asleep; at this moment, his drowsiness was overwhelming.