Inside the bedroom of Gu Mansion.
Muwan nestled into the couch, and when Gu Jiangnian came in, he pulled a blanket from the end of the sofa to cover her. Squatting in front of the couch, he leaned over and kissed Muwan's forehead, "Go take a bath and let Lan Ying cook up some porridge to send up. Eat and then sleep?"
Muwan shook her head, "Can't sleep."
"Not tired?" the man asked softly.
"Afraid Mom will worry, Mr. Gu," Muwan rolled her eyes at him, her voice sweet and a bit cute to listen to.
That day, Gu Jiangnian squatted at the edge of the couch, one hand on top of Jiang Muwan's head and the other on her face, the surging undercurrents deep inside him rendering him defenseless.
Before meeting Jiang Muwan, he had never fantasized about marriage, also feeling that he was not a person who needed marriage in his life.
After meeting Jiang Muwan, he had fantasized countless times what married life would be like.
