Clinging to Devoted Fiancé, Heiress Slays the World!-Chapter 734: Pillow on Her Lap

"And you?" Just as she was about to leave, Mo Qian suddenly grabbed hold of her hand.

Ji Wei lowered her gaze to the hand being held by the man, her expression slightly dazed. Her eyes shifted upward, meeting the man reclining on the sofa.

His finely sculpted features still carried a faint blush, and his deep-set eyes steadily fixed on her.

A ripple of softness swept through Ji Wei’s heart. A few seconds later, she spoke, "I’ll sit for a while before leaving."

Though her tone didn’t waver much, upon hearing her words, Mo Qian gazed at her deeply. The corners of his lips lifted in a subtle smile.

As soon as Ji Wei sat beside him, Mo Qian unexpectedly shifted and laid his head on her lap.

She was wearing a thin nightdress, and the man had audaciously rested his head on her lap...

Ji Wei: "..."

Seeing that she didn’t resist or push him away, Mo Qian’s smile deepened. Holding onto her hand, he closed his eyes with visible satisfaction.

Ji Wei sighed quietly to herself.

Sometimes, she truly didn’t know what to do with this man.

Mo Qian did feel a headache, yet in this moment, being so close to Ji Wei made him gradually forget all about it.

He had intended to tell Ji Wei about the matter in Britain. However, when she brought it up earlier, he had suddenly changed his mind.

The danger posed by his adversaries far exceeded his expectations; otherwise, he wouldn’t have fallen into their trap and become addicted to drugs. That new type of drug required only a small dose to induce dependency, and there were still no successful cases of quitting.

During this time spent living with Ji Wei, he relied on medication to temporarily suppress the withdrawal symptoms. But overcoming it entirely would still require his own resolve...

He firmly believed he could overcome it, so he didn’t want to bring it up and burden her with unnecessary worries.

Some things must be borne by him alone. All she needed was to reside safely under his protective wings, living a carefree life. That was enough.

Ji Wei had no idea what the man was thinking at the moment. Her gaze fell on his finely chiseled features as she quietly sat there, her mind tranquil.

All those unpleasant feelings suddenly vanished.

What could be more important than staying by Mo Qian’s side? At this moment, her eyes and heart were entirely engulfed by this man.

After a long time, she began to feel her legs growing numb under his head. Gauging that Mo Qian must have fallen into a deep sleep by now, Ji Wei attempted to move his head aside.

His head tilted to one side. Ji Wei let out a relieved breath and was just about to stand up when she realized he still tightly held her hand.

She tried tugging it back but couldn’t free herself, so she simply gave up.

Alright then. Considering he wasn’t feeling well after drinking, she’d indulge him this once tonight.

Not long after, Ji Wei’s eyelids grew heavy. Leaning against the sofa, she quickly fell asleep.

Mo Qian, at some point, opened his eyes.

Slowly propelling himself up, he silently took in the sight of the woman’s sleeping figure. Her petite and delicate face radiated a gentle warmth, her sleep tranquil.

Noticing her head subtly tipping downward, right as it was about to slump, Mo Qian swiftly reached out to cradle her head and secure it. Then, he carefully guided it toward himself.

Her head naturally came to rest on his shoulder as she continued sleeping peacefully, her breathing steady.

The main bedroom was enveloped in quiet serenity, illuminated by the soft glow of a warm-toned wall lamp. The man and woman nestled close to one another, the scene exuding heartwarming tenderness. Mo Qian tilted his head slightly to gaze at the woman’s slumbering face. A faint smile graced his lips, charming in its curve.

He opened her palm, gently intertwining his fingers with hers, and felt an overdue trace of sweetness flow through his heart.