If You Could Hear My Heart

“But if I let you go, I won’t be able to sleep either.”

Mo Shuifu looked at him helplessly, the man now playing the rogue.

“But…”

“Don’t talk…” Shen Shihan leaned down and placed a kiss on her forehead.

Gradually, that kiss moved to her lips.

Shen Shihan thought, the things he hadn’t finished doing before, now, he would make up for them all. The long night was still young.

Mo Shuifu didn’t resist anymore, she closed her eyes and let him kiss her.

His kisses were sometimes gentle, sometimes wild, but each time they gave her a different sensation.

“Shihan…” she called out, her hands uncontrollably wrapping around him.

She intoxicated him, and at the peak of passion, it was like drowning in the ocean.

His kisses stirred waves in her heart, and her eyes quickly became veiled with a layer of mist and confusion.

“Shuifu, I love you…” he told her.

He had said these three words many, many times, though she had never once said them back to him.

In her ears were his breaths, along with the increasingly intense scent of him and the alcohol.

“Don’t… Shihan…” There was a hint of panic in her eyes.

She lightly resisted him, but her resistance only kindled his desire further.

He basked in all of her beauty, growing more intoxicated by the moment.

He thought, he truly was drunk.

That night, he was very happy, having spoken all the words he wanted to say to her. It was the first time he had confessed to her seriously in the more than two years they were married.

Her hair still seemed to carry the fragrance of roses; he greedily inhaled all the scents from her…

“Shuifu, from now on, let’s be together happily…”

Shen Shihan whispered by her ear until he felt she was ready.

“Ah…” Mo Shuifu winced in pain.

His kisses quickly followed, soothing her discomfort.

In the bedroom, the orange light spilled all around, filled with lingering love.

The long night stretched on, with the delicate chirping of insects outside the window, the moonlight hazy, Qingqing and shallow.

Mist wafted through the air, and with a gust of wind, moisture enveloped everything.

However, Xu Chaomu and Shen Chi’s relationship was far from harmonious. After coming back from the shopping mall during the day, no matter how many things Shen Chi bought Xu Chaomu, she wasn’t very happy.

She demanded her cell phone from him, but he flatly refused to give it back, initially saying it was at the Shen Family home. After returning to the Shen Family home, he claimed it was lost.

Xu Chaomu was livid with anger, snorted coldly, and went to her room to sleep, vexed.

In the end, she also slammed the door with a bang.

It wasn’t that she was being petty, but Shen Chi’s behavior really made her angry!

Now, in the middle of the night, Xu Chaomu woke up, unable to sleep, tossing and turning in bed.

When she lifted her head and looked towards the window, she didn’t expect to see that the light was still on next door!

Groping to the lamp beside the bed, she turned it on, and it was somewhat dazzling.

It was already one in the morning. What was he doing, not sleeping?

Just then, she heard the sound of soft, discrete footsteps and voices.

Holding her breath, she listened quietly.

“Young Master, the house is out of those headache pills from before; all we have left is this one. To get that specific kind, we’ll have to wait until tomorrow to go to the hospital.”

It was the butler’s voice.

“Just this one, it’s nothing, you go to sleep,” Shen Chi’s voice was somewhat low.

“Young Master Chi, does your head hurt a lot?”

“It’s nothing,” Shen Chi did not wish to talk much.

Butler Ling knew that this was just his temperament, so he didn’t ask further and simply placed the hot water beside him, “Then Young Master Chi, after you take the medicine, you should go to bed. Tomorrow I’ll go to the hospital to see about that medication, its effects are much better.”

“Mhm,” Shen Chi still didn’t have much to say.

The butler had not yet left when Shen Chi took the medicine with the warm water.

“Young Master Chi, you should worry less about the company’s business. Isn’t Xiao Mo handling it for you?” Butler Ling felt distressed seeing Shen Chi with a headache.

“I know.”

Shen Chi clenched his fist against his forehead, his brows deeply furrowed.

Butler Ling couldn’t help but sigh; she knew it wasn’t just the company’s affairs troubling him. Ever since Chaomu left him five years ago, he often drank until he had a headache. Later on, this headache problem became chronic.

And this illness was also a heartache.

“Young Master Chi, if there’s anything else you need, just call for me.”

“Mhm, you go back to rest.”

Butler Ling nodded, left Shen Chi’s room, and closed the door behind her.

She didn’t expect that when she came out, she would see that the light was on in Chaomu’s room. When she had come over earlier, the room’s light had been off; could it be, Chaomu was awake?

Butler Ling didn’t dwell on it and quietly went downstairs.

As soon as Butler Ling left, Chaomu opened the door.

She had heard their entire conversation. Taking medicine? Why did he need to take medicine?

Standing at his door in her slippers, her hands had been in her pajama pockets, but now she stretched out one hand, wanting to knock.

After hesitating for a long time and fiddling with the hem of her clothes, she finally knocked lightly on his door.

“Knock, knock,” two sounds, neither loud nor soft.

Thinking it was Butler Ling, Shen Chi frowned and spoke in a cold voice, “Whatever it is, let’s talk tomorrow.”

Chaomu hesitated about whether or not to go in to see him. After a few seconds, she knocked on the bedroom door again.

Shen Chi was suffering from a severe headache, and the knocking only added to his irritation, but he still got up and went to open the door.

“Is there anything else?”

Upon opening the door, he saw Chaomu standing there in a pink pajama set, her large doe-like eyes filled with panic.

“It’s you,” Shen Chi’s tone softened a bit, “Come in.”

Shen Chi turned and walked back into the bedroom, with Chaomu following behind.

She saw a box of medicine and a cup of hot water, still steaming, on his desk.

His room always had a faint scent of lavender, and as soon as she entered, she felt comforted.

Unlike her own room, which was a mess and cluttered with all kinds of things, his room was immaculate.

“Why are you still up so late?” Shen Chi asked indifferently.

He knew it was already one in the morning.

“You aren’t sleeping either,” Chaomu said.

“Thinking of me in the middle of the night?” Shen Chi’s lips curved slightly.

Despite the headache, he smiled and walked over to the desk, secretly putting away the painkillers.

“Why would I be thinking of you?” Chaomu had seen it all, and she quickly stepped forward, grabbing his hand, “What’s this?”

“It’s nothing,” he tried to lock the drawer.

However, Chaomu still managed to snatch the medicine box out, turning it over in her hands; it turned out to be for headaches.

Seeing that she had already seen it, Shen Chi stopped trying to take it back, but his brows remained furrowed.

“Does it hurt a lot?” Chaomu looked up at him with raised eyes.

He was tall, and she had to look up slightly to meet his gaze.

“It’s nothing,” he took the medicine box from her hands and with a “thud” tossed it into the drawer, avoiding her gaze.