In his current state, it took a lot of effort just for Ye Moxuan to remain standing while keeping his expression neutral. When he agreed to go to the garden at the back with Han Muzi, she seemed to notice something was wrong. Hence, she strode over and held his arm. As she was afraid of him falling over, it was more accurate to say that she was supporting him by the arm rather than holding on to him.
Noticing her support, his frown deepened. So, she knows. But she hasn’t outed me. He did not want her to see him suffer and let her worry, but she was already aware of his intentions. Instead, she decided to accept and acquiesce to his methods, then quietly use her methods to correct his ways. My woman sure is well-intentioned.
He suddenly stopped in his tracks and did not take another step. Surprised, she promptly spoke up, “Why don’t you wait here for me? I’ll go by myself. Don’t worry; I’ll be back soon.” Although she had deliberately changed the topic, he was probably still desperately enduring the pain. As long as she was here, he had to pretend that nothing was wrong and was unable to remove his façade.
At this moment, his pale lips twitched as he lowered his head to look at her. “I’m not feeling well.”
The forced smile on her lips froze, and she stared at him blankly. As she did not expect him to come clean with her, she did not know how to react and simply stared at him while dumbstruck.
“Don’t go, okay?” Leaning down, he buried his face in her neck. Taking in the sweet scent that belonged to her, it felt like his headache seemed to become less severe. It took her a while to react to his unexpected confession, followed by his plea for her to stay. Coming back to her senses, she reached out and hugged him. “Alright, I won’t go. Why don’t I… accompany you to the room to rest?”
“Okay.”
Alas, Ye Moxuan entered the room with her support. Noticing that his complexion was still poor after letting him sit down, Han Muzi turned around. “I’m going to get you a glass of water.”
In the throes of his pain, he lifted his eyes to look at her. Watching her frantic footsteps, he could not help but frown. He wanted to chide her, but the scene before his eyes seemed to change. He leaned back weakly on the sofa.
Despite her hurry, her footsteps were steady. She was always being careful as she was conscious of her pregnancy. Going into the kitchen downstairs, she found that there was no hot water available—the house had been vacant for so long after all. Moreover, the kettle had been kept away. It took her a long time searching before she found the kettle in a cabinet. Then, she washed it, boiled it once to clean it, and then put another kettle to boil. As it had been so long since it was last used, she was worried there might be a problem with it. While waiting for the water to boil, she decided to go back upstairs. When she got to the door, she turned around again and picked up the kettle and a cup, then she brought them upstairs with her.
Lying on the sofa, Ye Moxuan’s narrow eyes were closed and his eyelashes trembled lightly in the air. Ever since he had discussed simulating reality with Jason, then tried to forcefully stimulate his memory, his mental health seemed to be deteriorating day by day. Under normal circumstances, he would not face any problems, but as long as his memories were stirred up, even by a bit, his psyche seemed to collapse from a huge shock.
The feeling of his memories close to returning, yet he was still unable to remember them was breaking his spirit. Muzi… isn’t back yet. Staring at the white ceiling, his lips curved upward slightly.
Although doing so was extremely hard on his mental health, his memory was gradually returning bit by bit. This was especially evident after returning to China—the first time was meeting Meng Xueyou and now it was because they came back to the Ye residence. He recalled a lot of things, but it still wasn’t everything. When will I finally remember everything?
When Han Muzi returned, Ye Moxuan was sitting upright again. Sitting with his back straight, his appearance was no different from a normal person—besides his poor complexion. Placing the kettle on a table nearby, she plugged it in and turned it on, then walked over to him. “Since it has been vacant for so long, there is no hot water. We’ve no choice but to boil some right now, so wait for a bit.”
Sitting down beside him, she used her hand to wipe away the sweat on his forehead while explaining it to him. In the short period she went downstairs, his forehead was beaded with so much sweat; he must have felt horrible. Worried, she bit on her lip then asked, “Should we… go to the hospital?”
Smiling faintly, he caught the hand that was wiping the cold sweat off his forehead and pulled it down before him. Then, he took out a white handkerchief and carefully wiped down her hand.
“What…” Not understanding his intentions, she looked at him strangely.
“It’s dirty,” he explained as if perceiving her doubt.
She understood then—he meant that the act of wiping away his sweat for him was dirty, so he wiped her hand clean for her. The reason instantly made her speechless and a little annoyed. She said, “What are you talking about? I’m not disgusted by you at all.”
“Yes.” He nodded. “I know.” However, I am disgusted at myself. Putting aside his memory loss, his constant headaches made the pregnant Han Muzi worry and fear for him. If he could, he wanted to solve it on his own, but… he was unable to hide anything from her. After all, they live together.
Despite telling her he understood, he was still wiping her hands; his actions were immensely gentle but firm. Seeing him like that, Han Muzi pulled her hand back from him and wrapped her arms around his neck; she then kissed him repeatedly all over his forehead.
Ye Moxuan was stunned by her kisses. By the time he came back to his senses, she had gotten up. After that, she stared at him closely, her eyes and her expression displaying her displeasure. “If you continue acting like this, I’m going to get angry. I told you I’m not disgusted by you, yet you continue to wipe my hands. Why are you doing that?”
If she didn’t hate it, then so be it. However, he did not expect her to prove it to him like this. The idea was so innocent and stupid that it caught him off guard. He stared at the woman standing so close to him; she was pouting and staring angrily at him. Desire surged through him as he reached out his hand to capture her and pull her into his embrace.
“Ahh…” Before Han Muzi could react, he pulled her into his embrace and she sat down in his lap. She had been hugging his neck previously, but now that she was sitting in his lap, the posture became very ambiguous.
Closing the distance between them, Ye Moxuan caressed her face; his thumb stroked across her lips with a feather-light touch, and his eyes gradually darkened. “Since Mrs. Ye is so passionate, I should respectfully respond in kind.”
