Chapter 83: I Still Owe You a Perfect Wedding Night

Chapter 83: I Still Owe You a Perfect Wedding Night

As for where things went wrong, Nan Qi had yet to figure it out and could only continue investigating later.

Given that Mo Jiuye now held the powerful Seven-Day Countdown in his hands, he still didn't make a move against Nan Qi during such an opportune moment.

All of this pointed to one conclusion: Mo Jiuye cherished their past brotherly bond deeply.

After a long silence, Nan Qi slowly rose to his feet and personally opened the door.

"Let's go. I hope you can both forget about today's events."

Though Nan Qi's words were simple, both He Zhiran and Mo Jiuye could sense that he would no longer lay a hand on Mo Jiuye in the future.

With their mission accomplished, the two left the private room without hesitation.

As they reached the first floor, they spotted Fei Nanyu sitting alone, drinking.

Fei Nanyu, facing the stairway entrance, saw the pair in full view.

It was evident that he had been relieved.

She then offered a slight nod in their direction, without saying much.

He Zhiran and Mo Jiuye similarly nodded at Fei Nanyu before exiting the tavern.

The coachman had only been instructed to pick them up and had no knowledge that the two would survive to leave. Thus, he had long since taken the carriage to the back courtyard.

Anyway, neither Mo Jiuye nor He Zhiran intended to have anyone from Nan Qi escort them further. Thus, the pair strolled leisurely through Pingyuan County's streets.

Mo Jiuye couldn't resist his curiosity and asked anyway.

"Does the Seven-Day Reversal you mentioned truly exist?"

He Zhiran chuckled. Feeling assured that no one from Nan Qi was tailing her, she retrieved the small packet once more.

She opened it and gently blew on its surface. Instantly, white powder scattered into the air, creating a cloud of white dust...

"It's merely a distraction, just plain flour."

Mo Jiuye truly admired her now; he had no idea what kind of thoughts filled this woman's mind that she could come up with such a plan.

For the first time in front of He Zhiran, he wore a genuine smile, his tone unintentionally laced with indulgence.

"You really have your ways."

He Zhiran beamed with pride. "Of course, I'm full of tricks!"

Just as she was basking in her triumph, a carriage rushed towards them, recklessly weaving through the bustling street.

Instinctively, Mo Jiuye pulled He Zhiran into his arms, swiftly lifting her to safety.

They avoided the charging carriage, but due to Mo Jiuye's sudden movement, He Zhiran lost her balance, her entire face pressing against his.

The sudden warmth sent Mo Jiuye's heart racing.

Moreover, his sincere heart confessed to himself that he enjoyed this feeling immensely.

Even after they regained their footing, he had no intention of letting go of He Zhiran, wishing that they could remain in this position forever.

He Zhiran felt the same, her body suddenly tingling as if electrocuted.

Lifting her gaze, she saw Mo Jiuye's enlarged handsome face inches away.

He Zhiran felt her cheeks beginning to flush. To avoid further embarrassment, she quickly pushed against the man who still held her tightly.

Mo Jiuye finally came to his senses and hastily withdrew his arm from around her waist.

Both turned their heads away, neither daring to look at the other.

After an awkward silence, Mo Jiuye broke the tension, "Let's go. We should head back."

"Oh!" He Zhiran followed closely beside Mo Jiuye, hardly believing that she could feel such bashfulness.

The two remained silent throughout the journey, and after what seemed like an eternity, they finally returned to the inn.

Relieved to see them unharmed, the Mo family heaved a collective sigh of relief.

To avoid any more awkward encounters with Mo Jiuye, He Zhiran hurriedly sought refuge in conversation with her sisters-in-law.

Until nightfall, the two had no choice but to share the same room.

Inside, the only sound that could be heard was their mutual heartbeat.

It was Mo Jiuye who eventually broke the silence.

"Well... umm... let's rest early!" he ventured.

"Alright!" He Zhiran nestled into the far side of the bed, pressing herself against the wall.

Mo Jiuye did the same, content as long as he didn't fall off the edge.

Perhaps due to the alcohol consumed at noon, Mo Jiuye slept rather deeply that night.

He Zhiran, not wanting her insomnia to disrupt their journey the next day, took a melatonin tablet before bed.

Surprisingly, it was the first time the two fell asleep so soundly at the same time.

Despite the melatonin, He Zhiran's internal clock remained astonishingly accurate.

As usual, she stirred to consciousness at the same time as before.

However, today was different; she felt as if she were enveloped in a scorching furnace.

With her eyes closed, she carefully sensed her surroundings. Her face seemed to be pressed against something hard, and she could feel a heavy weight pressing down on her body.

Suddenly, she opened her eyes, only to find herself gazing at a man's chest.

Her face was nestled there, and the oppressive weight on her turned out to be Mo Jiuye's arm and one of his legs.

Glancing down at her slightly numb arm, she realized it was encircling Mo Jiuye's waist.

Good heavens, she had spent the night cuddling with this man.

To avoid an awkward situation, He Zhiran cautiously withdrew her arm from Mo Jiuye's waist, inching her body backward bit by bit.

Unbeknownst to her, Mo Jiuye had actually been awake for some time.

Despite being a grown man, it was his first time sharing such intimacy with a woman. Though he didn't dislike the sensation, he was deeply worried that He Zhiran might disdain him.

To avoid potentially awkward situations and prolong the delightful sensation, Mo Jiuye chose to pretend he was still asleep.

However, He Zhiran's efforts to be cautious only made her more nervous. As she shifted, her knee inadvertently bumped into something it shouldn't have.

Despite having lived 24 years in her previous life without romantic experience, she was not entirely ignorant of such matters.

In her surprise, He Zhiran let out an involuntary shriek.

At the same moment, Mo Jiuye also couldn't suppress a low groan.

Thus, the two, each harboring their own intentions, locked eyes, and then, in a display of unspoken understanding, they simultaneously shifted their bodies backward.

For He Zhiran, it was fortunate that a wall was at her back, allowing for more dramatic movements without concern.

However, Mo Jiuye was not so lucky. With a forceful push, his entire body tumbled towards the ground.

Fortunately, his martial arts skills came to his rescue as he flipped mid-air, landing firmly on his feet, thus avoiding embarrassment in front of He Zhiran.

Observing Mo Jiuye standing there, resembling an astonished youth, a hint of amusement flickered across He Zhiran's face.

Still, she managed to restrain herself.

To ease the awkwardness, the words slipped out of her mouth.

"It's not a big deal for a husband and wife to embrace. There's no need for you to be so nervous."

To Mo Jiuye, a man of his stature, these words sounded somewhat unsettling.

Ideally, he should have been the one to say such things, but this woman had beaten him to it.

"I understand. I still owe you a proper wedding night. Once everything settles down in the northwest, I'll make it up to you," Mo Jiuye spoke, while an imaginary voice in his heart cried out:

"If you're willing, I can make up for that wedding night right now..."