CHAPTER 627: CHAPTER 627: HAVE YOU THOUGHT ABOUT IT, HM?

"I... I’m suddenly so sleepy..." Ji Wei knew exactly what he had in mind. Her face flushed as she quickly pulled the quilt over herself tightly. "Goodnight, hubby!"

Seeing the little woman shut her eyes and pretend to sleep, Gu Moqian’s lips curled into an even deeper smile.

Did she think she could escape this way?

It had been more than half a month since last time, and he had endured with great difficulty.

Gu Moqian began to undress, his long and elegant fingers undoing the buttons of his shirt one by one, his actions graceful and alluring. Ji Wei, hearing no sound, couldn’t help but open her eyes just a sliver to peek.

The warm orange light overhead cast the man’s towering shadow onto the bed, conveniently blocking out the somewhat harsh glare above her head. The moment Ji Wei opened her eyes, she was met with the sight of his sensual abs — the sculpted lines devoid of any excess fat made her blood rush, her cheeks burning.

Especially from this angle, Ji Wei couldn’t help but notice the prominent silhouette at the center of his trousers...

Images from last time in the walk-in closet — their entwined, lingering moments — floated unbidden to her mind.

Stop, stop!

What was she even imagining? The baby was still growing inside her!

Ji Wei was so flustered that her face turned crimson. She was just about to turn her head away, but the man was faster. He cupped her jaw and fixed his deep, obsidian-like gaze onto her nervous and clear eyes, his voice husky and seductive: "You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?"

"I— I’m not!" Ji Wei retorted, her face glowing red, but the more stubbornly she denied it, the redder her face became. She could feel even her ears burning hot.

Watching the woman’s adorably disingenuous demeanor, Gu Moqian leaned in close to her flushed little ear. A wet, warm tongue flicked gently against it, making Ji Wei shiver uncontrollably and instinctively tighten her legs under the blanket.

Gu Moqian’s thin lips brushed against the delicate nape of her neck. His voice, low and gravelly, said, "I really want to."

Ji Wei was so flustered that her hands gripped the blanket tightly. The man’s magnetic and enticing tone sent her heart fluttering. Before she realized it, a faint sound escaped her lips: "Hmm..."

Gu Moqian let out a light chuckle, flames flickering in the depths of his dark eyes. With her subtle permission, he effortlessly removed the barriers on her body, his touches gentler than ever...

Six months pregnant, he didn’t dare kiss her too fervently or caress her recklessly. Gu Moqian moved with utmost care, supporting her back while leaning in gently. His lips and tongue claimed every inch of her soft skin. "Weiwei, relax..."

Hearing Gu Moqian’s magnetic voice, Ji Wei slowly opened her hazy eyes to see his firm and narrow waistline so close to her.

This man, no matter the time, exuded an irresistible charm, drawing her in without hesitation...

Meanwhile, in London, UK.

After finishing his call, the male assistant handed Gu Zhizhou’s phone to a fashionable woman dressed in a professional suit. "Miss Zhao, hiding this from Mr. Gu, are we sure it’s—"

"Don’t overthink it. Just focus on your job," Miss Zhao interrupted him sharply, clutching the phone tightly before walking away in her high heels.

The hallway bustled with medical staff and patients passing back and forth. Her figure soon disappeared behind the door of a hospital room.

...

When Ji Wei woke up, she found Gu Moqian still cradling her gently, his posture unchanged.

A warmth blossomed in her heart as she quietly studied his sleeping face. His sharply defined eyebrows, thin lips, and flawless profile felt like a sight that could never tire her.

Last night’s intertwining had been perfectly measured; mindful of her pregnancy, Gu Moqian hadn’t overexerted her. As a result, Ji Wei had fallen into a blissful, sound sleep afterward.

The winter sunlight filtered in through the window, and a radiant smile of happiness graced Ji Wei’s fair and delicate face. She leaned in to press a kiss against the man’s thin lips, then reached for the phone on the nightstand, habitually opening her email.

Ji Yunli, after sending her one email before, had continued to send several more over time, letting Ji Wei know he was doing well, though preoccupied with matters he couldn’t step away from.

And in the email that had arrived this morning, Ji Yunli mentioned he might soon return to the country.