CHAPTER 484: CHAPTER 484: AREN’T YOU THE MOST AWARE OF MY STAMINA?

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Gu Moqian walked into the room and immediately pinned Ji Wei against the wall.

"Mo Qian, are you angry?" Ji Wei looked at his cold and stern face, barely suppressing her laughter, and blinked as she asked.

What’s there to be angry about with Jia Ming?

Gu Moqian didn’t answer, his thin lips pressed together, simply staring at her.

Ji Wei felt unsettled under his gaze and quickly cupped his face with her hands, her voice sweet and soft as she said, "Alright, don’t be angry. I know you came all this way just to see me. Honestly, I’m actually really touched!"

Getting here takes a five- to six-hour bus ride, and the roads are bumpy mountain paths. For Gu Moqian to cross mountains and valleys to see her—honestly, she was already deeply moved.

When she saw him appear, Ji Wei felt like she was dreaming, it was so surreal.

Last night, they were still hundreds of kilometers apart, yet because of a few words where she said she missed him, he dropped everything and came.

Gu Moqian saw the woman’s bright smile, her eyes curving charmingly, and his heart stirred. Suddenly, he lifted her into his arms.

Ji Wei only had time to let out an exclamation before the man silenced her with a kiss.

The man tilted his head back, his thin lips pressed tightly against her soft ones.

Being kissed by Gu Moqian like this for the first time, Ji Wei was astonished and delighted, her heart felt like it might explode with happiness, and she couldn’t help but respond to him.

Their lips and teeth intertwined, passionate and intimately connected.

Ji Wei was fully immersed in the kiss when she suddenly felt her body start to spin.

She opened her eyes in surprise and found that Gu Moqian was holding her in both arms and spinning her around.

Ji Wei was so amused by his actions that she burst into laughter.

"Mo Qian, holding me like this—aren’t you tired?" she asked teasingly, giggling.

Gu Moqian leaned close to her ear, his low and rich voice sounding seductive, "My stamina—isn’t that what you know best?"

The word "stamina" successfully led Ji Wei’s imagination astray.

Her cheeks instantly flushed red, and she stammered, "I... I forgot..."

The woman’s shy demeanor made Gu Moqian’s heart flutter even more. He couldn’t resist burying his head in the curve of her pale neck, inhaling the faint, intoxicating aroma of her skin as he murmured hoarsely, "How about I help you remember now?"

Before Ji Wei could respond, Gu Moqian carried her toward the bed.

Outside the door

Jia Ming pressed his head against the door, listening to the sounds inside with a mix of urgency and frustration.

What exactly are Little Wei and that friend playing at?

She’s laughing so happily, he really wanted to join in and play with them!

Grandma Li came over and saw Jia Ming twisting his body and stomping his feet in frustration. She quickly grabbed his hand and asked, "Jia Ming, what’s wrong?"

"Little sister Wei is playing with her friend so happily, and I’m mad!"

Grandma Li glanced at the closed door and instantly understood.

They say absence makes the heart grow fonder; young people being like this is perfectly normal.

"Jia Ming, listen to Grandma. Let’s go eat. After eating, your Little Wei will—"

Before she could finish her sentence, they heard a suggestive shout from inside the room, "Ah... it hurts..."

Grandma Li’s face immediately flushed red.

"Little sister Wei said it hurts! That friend is a bad person—I’m going in there! He’s not allowed to bully Little sister Wei!"

Jia Ming cried out indignantly, pounding on the door with his fist, "You bad person! Let go of my Little Wei!"

Grandma Li furrowed her brows and quickly pulled Jia Ming away.

The young couple is handling their business, and her grandson is here causing a fuss—it’s downright ridiculous.

Jia Ming reluctantly left, only after Grandma Li coaxed him several times, pouting all the way.

Inside the room.

Gu Moqian held Ji Wei in his arms, gently rubbing her reddened forehead where she had bumped it, asking tenderly, "Does it still hurt?"